Having been so interested in trying to hack the camera systems and listening to the introductions from the rest of the team, Red was startled by Alan’s voice in his ear. Once Alan was done with his second brief, and having listened to the team’s suggestions so far Red felt the need to speak up: “Look folks, while we can easily neutralize the hostiles, I don’t think that’s our problem.” Red taps his PDA and sends a feed of the better armed guards patrolling the building to team’s AR’s. “…These lads are pros or pro-ish. I mean they’ve got some sort of military training, maybe not the best, plus their weapons are better than what most people have these days. If I had to guess, I’d say they’re mercs.” He hesitates for a moment, looking around the group. “Now while any one of us could probably handle all of them, that isn’t what has me worried.” He said as the expression on his face began to change, “Something tells me that the civilians ain’t exactly their objective. If we are to breach in any sort of heavy force, what’s to stop them from using the civilians as shields? Hell, who’s to say that isn’t the reason they let the civilians stay? Now I can foul up their communications easy enough, but I feel like that would just make them more twitchy. I’m not saying we shouldn’t be expecting or willing to lose a couple civilians, but letting them get mowed down because we didn’t at least try to find a subtle approach, seems a little much for our first op.”
Red stopped suddenly, realizing how much he had been talking. He looked around, feeling a little embarrassed and wondering how the others felt about his mercenary theory. “Uhh…right…well then…That’s just my opinion. I’ll keep looking for the weakest point in the perimeter, but at the very least I feel like we should try and separate the real shooters from the ‘wanna-be’ shooters before we bust in there.”
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Having listened to Harper offer to pay for everything, and then Lyn's counteroffer, "Yea, there's no way we're letting you pay for everything, Harper." He reached in his pocket for his wallet. "We'll split the tent, the MRE's that we'll use for our main meals are on the house. My dad's been looking for a way to get rid of them for months. But we still need our S'mores!" He said looking at Harper and laughing a little. "I gotta say, I'm pretty pumped about this trip guys!"
Connor finished listening to the handler’s briefing, and looked at the other agents, “Right then, I suppose I should introduce myself.” He straightened himself out and smiled at the group, “They call me ‘Red’, heavy weapons, and comms.” Connor activates his PDA and pulls up the schematics for the solar plant, “Looks like the security isn’t air tight, but it these people staying there are dug in deep. However…” Connor begins typing, “It looks like the building has full power, so their surveillance systems are probably online. And unless these folks were working security at the plant prior to the apocalypse, it should be easy enough to hack in and gain control…” Connor drifts off staring at his PDA and typing frantically.
Realizing the group was still watching him, “Uh, sorry ‘bout that. If you give me a few minutes, I should at least be able to access the camera systems, they look like their analog so they should still work despite the EMP. At least with the cameras we can find a way in. Now, I aint exactly light on me feet, so I think I’ll leave that infiltration stuff to one of you, but I can give you all the intel you need.” Satisfied he had spoken his peace, he went back to typing on his PDA and waited to see what the rest of the team had to say about the first mission.
Realizing the group was still watching him, “Uh, sorry ‘bout that. If you give me a few minutes, I should at least be able to access the camera systems, they look like their analog so they should still work despite the EMP. At least with the cameras we can find a way in. Now, I aint exactly light on me feet, so I think I’ll leave that infiltration stuff to one of you, but I can give you all the intel you need.” Satisfied he had spoken his peace, he went back to typing on his PDA and waited to see what the rest of the team had to say about the first mission.
ManoftheNorth said
Oh wow, that is terrible.....Was the Tamagochi ok?! XD *Kidding.
LOL that's hilarious!
"Shouldn't we buy our gear then we can eat?" Zack chuckled. "I mean I could definitely eat but if we're already here why don't we get this done first?" He looked at the group wondering if they agreed or if they were too hungry to care about the gear. Zack just couldn't wait for the trip to start, the sooner the better in his mind. As he waited for the group's decision he felt a cold chill run down his spine. What if he started snoring? He was told that every so often he was known to snore, and that would probably horrify his new friends. He wondered if he should warn them, but decided he would just risk it. While worrying about his snoring predicament, Zack realized he was hungry too. Hopefully they can wrap the shopping and get that food that he originally didn't care about having.
Honestly the first thing I thought of were those tamagotchi digital pet things, do you guys remember those, or did I just show how terribly old I am?
Connor woke with a jolt, his AR system had activated, as he sat up his sleeping bag and listened to the handler, he looked around the abandoned building he had set up camp in. It had clearly been deserted long before the blackout. It was dirty and cold but it kept Connor out of the elements. As the message ended, he began packing up his gear. He rolled up his sleeping bag, and put away the electronics he was working on. Once everything was packed up he slung the bag on his back and stood up. He dropped the magazine out of his pistol, checked it, not that he had used it, then slid the mag back in, cocked it, made sure the safety was on and put it in the holster in the back of his pants. Connor looked around the empty building once more and walked towards the door.
“Holy hell!” he yelled as he stepped out into the cold, he wasn’t expecting the burst of icy air that hit him. He pulled the hood of his jacket over his head, tightened the straps of his backpack, put his hands in his pockets and started following the line his AR displayed for him.
As he entered the church he began to scan the room. He didn’t like it. While it was probably a nice place to pray, he didn’t feel comfortable with it as a meeting spot for covert operatives. There were too many dark corners, and with only one major entrance and exit it wouldn’t be easy to get out of here if things went bad. He sat down in an empty row near the alter. When the service was over he stayed seated, he watched as most people left but some stayed, as the crowd cleared out he could see 4 or 5 other people near the alter, were these his teammates?
“Holy hell!” he yelled as he stepped out into the cold, he wasn’t expecting the burst of icy air that hit him. He pulled the hood of his jacket over his head, tightened the straps of his backpack, put his hands in his pockets and started following the line his AR displayed for him.
As he entered the church he began to scan the room. He didn’t like it. While it was probably a nice place to pray, he didn’t feel comfortable with it as a meeting spot for covert operatives. There were too many dark corners, and with only one major entrance and exit it wouldn’t be easy to get out of here if things went bad. He sat down in an empty row near the alter. When the service was over he stayed seated, he watched as most people left but some stayed, as the crowd cleared out he could see 4 or 5 other people near the alter, were these his teammates?
HMS Strumpet
Hatcher was at the helm, a crew member tying off a bandage on his arm. He laughed and joked with members of the crew. Everyone was in high spirits after the latest success of the Strumpet. Just as he was about to make a joke about the type of dresses that those “pirates” were wearing before they were all killed, the Captain came up the stairs and started Hatcher. Hatcher listened intently to the captain, a little taken back by Maebh’s questions about the “Touch of Midas.” Hatcher hesitated before taking the scrap from her. After some pushing, he took the map and began to study it closely.
It wasn’t too far away, maybe a week or two, and the detail put into the map was clear. “Well Captain, someone took a hell of a long of time to make this map. In fact I’m pretty impressed with it.” He smiled a little, then looked up at Maebh’s face, she was not interested in the detail of the map. He wiped the smile off his face and looked back down at the map in his hand, “It doesn’t look like it’s more than a week or two away.” He paused thinking about what the “Touch of Midas” could be. “Frankly Ma’am I’d say it’s a wild goose chase, but there could be something to it. Either way I’d say we’re bound to find more pirates along the way and that guarantees us some action, and some loot.” He began to smile thinking about the adventure that lay ahead, and killing some more pirates, “In my humble opinion, ma’am, I say we go for it!”
Hatcher was at the helm, a crew member tying off a bandage on his arm. He laughed and joked with members of the crew. Everyone was in high spirits after the latest success of the Strumpet. Just as he was about to make a joke about the type of dresses that those “pirates” were wearing before they were all killed, the Captain came up the stairs and started Hatcher. Hatcher listened intently to the captain, a little taken back by Maebh’s questions about the “Touch of Midas.” Hatcher hesitated before taking the scrap from her. After some pushing, he took the map and began to study it closely.
It wasn’t too far away, maybe a week or two, and the detail put into the map was clear. “Well Captain, someone took a hell of a long of time to make this map. In fact I’m pretty impressed with it.” He smiled a little, then looked up at Maebh’s face, she was not interested in the detail of the map. He wiped the smile off his face and looked back down at the map in his hand, “It doesn’t look like it’s more than a week or two away.” He paused thinking about what the “Touch of Midas” could be. “Frankly Ma’am I’d say it’s a wild goose chase, but there could be something to it. Either way I’d say we’re bound to find more pirates along the way and that guarantees us some action, and some loot.” He began to smile thinking about the adventure that lay ahead, and killing some more pirates, “In my humble opinion, ma’am, I say we go for it!”
Hailfire said
Hey mac. I love the character. Approved! The only nitpick I have is I am unsure a light machine gun (however stripped down it may be) could be plausibly concealed under a jacket. If you think your current primary/secondary is going to be too hard to get to once concealed look into acquiring a handgun.
OK, I explained how I cut down the machine gun (and put it in my bag), and changed my sidearm (because I had no idea the MP7 was that freaking big).
I also apologize for the stupid picture of a PDA. The one from "Doom" was the best one I could think of off hand.
Name: Connor Murphy
Alias: Red
Nationality: Irish
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Height/Build: 6’2” 220lbs
Skin tone/colour: Pale
Hair colour and Style: Red/Strawberry Blonde and a Red Goatee (hence the nickname)
Eye colour: Blue
Tatoo: “Teaghlach” meaning “Family” in Gaelic on his right bicep.
Biography: Connor was born and raised on a small farm County Cork, Ireland. From the time he was very young, Connor loved to tinker with things, especially mechanical things. Connor was always taking things apart and putting them back together, much to the dismay of his parents. As Connor grew, he excelled in school. The only thing he enjoyed more than Math and Science, was building machines. Growing up on a farm gave him plenty of machines to work on.
As Connor grew, his mechanical and computer expertise grew as well. By the time he was 18, he had built all the farming equipment used on his family’s farm, mostly from old parts, but he never felt challenged enough living in a little rural community, being known as the “fix-it” guy. Connor was accepted to MIT but turned down the offer to help take care of the farm for his aging parents, it killed him inside, because it was a dream come true, but his parents had no one else to help, and he wasn’t about to abandon them. Connor’s parents raised him to be grateful for what they had and to always try and help others, especially those who couldn’t help themselves. And above all else, “Family first”
This desire to serve others that his parents instilled in him was the reason he accepted the offer from the UN. It was a challenge that he thought he may enjoy and the because of the UN’s history of protecting those who can’t protect themselves. While he knew he wasn’t going to be doing the “normal” UN things, he believed that whatever his missions were, they would be for the betterment of society. Once he accepted the UN’s offer, Connor received access to more high tech toys than he knew what to do with. He designed, built, and/or upgraded a large amount of the teams gear.
Connor’s civilian job is as a heavy construction equipment mechanic. While it is way below his level of skill, it provides an easy cover since no one ever expects much from a mechanic, plus he loves the job because it reminds him of his home and childhood.
Civilian Specialisation/Job: Mechanical Engineer
Combat Specialisation: Heavy Weapons, Tech/Communications
Weapons and ammo:
(MK 46 machine gun: While not very compact, Connor shortened the barrel, put on a smaller handle, and collapsed the stock, cutting down the size and weight dramatically, to the point that it is somewhat concealable under a jacket but he usually keeps it in his backpack until needed)
(For use until he can deploy his machine gun)
Equipment:
Plus the standard issue equipment
Gadgets:
(Miniature Advanced PDA with communication, broadcasting, scanning, and hacking capabilities.)
Alias: Red
Nationality: Irish
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Height/Build: 6’2” 220lbs
Skin tone/colour: Pale
Hair colour and Style: Red/Strawberry Blonde and a Red Goatee (hence the nickname)
Eye colour: Blue
Tatoo: “Teaghlach” meaning “Family” in Gaelic on his right bicep.
Biography: Connor was born and raised on a small farm County Cork, Ireland. From the time he was very young, Connor loved to tinker with things, especially mechanical things. Connor was always taking things apart and putting them back together, much to the dismay of his parents. As Connor grew, he excelled in school. The only thing he enjoyed more than Math and Science, was building machines. Growing up on a farm gave him plenty of machines to work on.
As Connor grew, his mechanical and computer expertise grew as well. By the time he was 18, he had built all the farming equipment used on his family’s farm, mostly from old parts, but he never felt challenged enough living in a little rural community, being known as the “fix-it” guy. Connor was accepted to MIT but turned down the offer to help take care of the farm for his aging parents, it killed him inside, because it was a dream come true, but his parents had no one else to help, and he wasn’t about to abandon them. Connor’s parents raised him to be grateful for what they had and to always try and help others, especially those who couldn’t help themselves. And above all else, “Family first”
This desire to serve others that his parents instilled in him was the reason he accepted the offer from the UN. It was a challenge that he thought he may enjoy and the because of the UN’s history of protecting those who can’t protect themselves. While he knew he wasn’t going to be doing the “normal” UN things, he believed that whatever his missions were, they would be for the betterment of society. Once he accepted the UN’s offer, Connor received access to more high tech toys than he knew what to do with. He designed, built, and/or upgraded a large amount of the teams gear.
Connor’s civilian job is as a heavy construction equipment mechanic. While it is way below his level of skill, it provides an easy cover since no one ever expects much from a mechanic, plus he loves the job because it reminds him of his home and childhood.
Civilian Specialisation/Job: Mechanical Engineer
Combat Specialisation: Heavy Weapons, Tech/Communications
Weapons and ammo:
(MK 46 machine gun: While not very compact, Connor shortened the barrel, put on a smaller handle, and collapsed the stock, cutting down the size and weight dramatically, to the point that it is somewhat concealable under a jacket but he usually keeps it in his backpack until needed)
(For use until he can deploy his machine gun)
Equipment:
Plus the standard issue equipment
Gadgets:
(Miniature Advanced PDA with communication, broadcasting, scanning, and hacking capabilities.)
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