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Shattered Steel - An Ace Combat/Project Wingman/etc inspired aircraft-based RP

Ximena Huang

The first part of her job was done. SEAD, Suppression of Enemy Air Defenses, a polite euphemism for blasting whatever on the ground could scratch her paint to hell and back. Those HAWKs were suppressed indeed, which meant it was time to deal with everything else.

Screaming past the island on a bombing run meant that Ximena had to waste precious seconds throwing her bird back into the fight, the sound of combat around her revealing her flight's gleeful abuse of the window of opportunity she had bought them. Chán zuǐ māo, they were, greedy-mouthed cats gobbling up the easy prey before their poor provider could get a bite in!

Lucky her then that the Mirages were "quick off the mark', as the Americans said. Light craft with powerful engines flown by pilots emboldened by their numbers, by the time Ximena had turned around and leveled out they were already being knocked off by Calico. One of the French planes had only just whirled about, wings still diagonal to the ground as it fought to reach a fighting stance. La Catrina spotted the danger instantly; the Beautiful Corpse informed her rider politely via the instrument panel that a foe was seeking missile lock.

Jefe already had her gun in hand.

"Fox Two, ladies." she chirped, tapping the fire command with all the easy casualness of someone setting a thermostat. The missile fired without a lock, guided only by her helmet-mounted targeting system. A slow, slight turn of her head guided the shot square into the Mirage's wing, tearing it apart and sending the thing plummeting down to earth.

Easy kill, unsporting really. Onto the next one.

One of the MiG-23s was leveled out and circling to get inside her turn radius, a wrestler seeking to drag her down. The bort number emblazoned across it was 27, and it had been painted a jaunty Flanker blue as opposed to the usual Flogger gray-green. She had a name and personality for it now, which meant she had a playmate. Ximena grinned brutally as she veered right, forcing her new friend to follow suit lest they collide. Slamming the stick to the side sent her rattling around the cockpit violently, her wing almost shearing off against the MiG's tail as she dropped behind it. It was a stupid maneuver and pointlessly aggressive, Jefe howling like a sick dog as she flicked comms to an open channel.

"27! No te vayas a correr, sacatón, stay there so I can fucking gut you!"

"Ya khara! You'll kill us both!"

She was dropping behind him to set up a shot with her main gun and he must have known it, desperately trying to shake her loose as she nearly rammed her nose through his thruster. It was too close for her to fire without immediately colliding with the wreckage and too close for him to break away without being left wide open. He couldn't dart off without her gunning him down and she couldn't shoot without running the risk of suicide. They remained trapped in that exhilarating hell for long, gorgeous moments, an eternal chase where a millisecond of mistake would spell death for one or both of them. Their comms were open for anyone to listen in, his cursing in Arabic and her shrill, frantic laughter getting more and more strained as he led her into a tight rise, g-forces climbing as they made full use of their ASIs.

And then Number 27, her graceful partner in that thrilling dance, lost his nerve. He tried to rip into a wingover but screwed the maneuver, failing to turn the rudder before it stalled out. His engine turned cold as he dropped like a rock, plummeting past Ximena as she deftly jumped into a flat turn. She was chasing him straight down, watching as his wings extended in a futile attempt to catch drag.

He could have recovered, had she not been there.

No, no, no-"

"Yes!"

Her gun spat out its last few bullets and 27 was gone, nothing more than charred chunks of man in a flaming cockpit.

Fuka Nakano

What was Jefe's problem?

It was a stupid question-Fuka knew very well what was wrong with her. She was a capital F Fighter Pilot, a maverick who joined in search of a fat paycheck and adrenaline and found both in knife-fighting with bandits. She had equal parts ego and death wish, as well as an ability to mentally convert people into simple targets. None of those were traits Peacenik inherently minded (in fact, she personally embodied most of them), but Jefe, like the Wunderkind she had teased before their little shootout the day before, lacked the grace or sanity to keep it all buttoned up. Mykhalio swooning over the concept of acehood, Ximena screeching like a banshee as she played with her food, it was all very gauche.

Fuka liked to fight, that's why she had spent her adult life shooting at strangers. But she also liked doing her job and being a professional, not tearing her shirt off to go play Braveheart.

She took a Flogger as well, but her method was much cleaner.

"Fox Two."

It had only just gotten off the ground before being gutted by an AMRAAM, Peacenik snorting derisively as she pulled around for an assent.

"Cobalt 3 here. That ship's a problem." she noted, riding high above the clouds of flak it was throwing up. "If it keeps spraying like that it'll get lucky eventually. I'm going to shut it up. Cobalt 8, ride my back and make sure no one creeps up on me."

Peacenik plunged into a dive, Vulcan spinning up as she did so. Without ground-attack weapons she was of limited use but tank-landing ships weren't the most armored thing in the world. A line of cannon fire would do something nasty to it, probbably.

Sure enough she could see effect on target, jagged tears of steel ripping off as she tore through the superstructure. An explosion punched a hole in the top deck, fuel or ammunition or both cooking off and giving the crew more pressing problems than reloading.

Operation Daytrip- A Heavenfall Story

RE: Special Assignment

You have been selected for Daytrip. You will meet with your team at a luxury resort in the Pacific, and from there, you will continue on to the AO to begin operations. Your initial cover is of a wealthy investor attending a pitch from a new but promising AI research company seeking angel investors [see the attached file for your cover story and related credentials]. Pack and dress appropriately; do not bring anything that will attract attention on a commercial flight. All transportation arrangements have been made, and you will receive further instructions in the coming days.

It is recommended that you come up with a satisfactory cover story for your friends and family; they are potentially liable for any intelligence breach, accidental or otherwise.

To Our Valued Guest

Greetings from sunny Seychelles! We at the Mers Claires are grateful you chose us for your trip, and we look forward to serving you. Attached to this message, you'll find confirmation of your villa number, selected amenities, and trip dates. Please don't hesitate to reach out if you have any questions. Otherwise, we look forward to seeing you soon!

February 21st, 2014, 0930
L'Hôtel des Mers Claires.
A Private Island In The Seychelles

Vitalli "Kennedy" Tkachenko

As far as briefings went, there were worse places to have them.

Vitalii had given the rundown of a dozen operations in a dozen locations ranging from serious, sterile classrooms in the belly of KGB district offices to open-air camps deep behind enemy lines. Never before had he been flown out first-class to give a briefing in a five-star resort. The contrast was almost amusing in how ludicrous it was, and he had reread the pamphlet he had been given over and over on the flight out.

Beautiful beaches, blue water, world-class dining and drinks, private villas designed to look quaintly rustic while still costing more than he made in a month - all very nice, but ultimately not worth getting distracted by. He did spare a thought for the diving tour that was offered, but getting distracted before work even began was a bad idea.

He had shown up early, of course, and his team leaders had arrived a couple of days earlier. The resort staff was under the impression that they were old friends who wanted to meet up in private to reminisce before discussing buisness-which was not entirely false.

But now everyone else was due to arrive. Leaning against the back wall of the small conference room (soundproofed courtesy of the resort and then meticulously checked for bugs by him and his teammates) Vitalii waited patiently, hands tucked into his pockets. Noah was more alert, standing straight-backed as if he were on parade for the Queen. He was always wound tight it seemed, not just ready for action but under the assumption that any situation was moments away from spiralling into violence. Arsala was at least outwardly calmer, sitting in a comfortable chair with her K9 lying between her legs. She had her tablet out, a quick peek telling Vitalii that she was reviewing the files on their team.

It had been his decision who made the cut and who didn't, but ultimately, the only way to gauge someone's mettle was to work with them.

Shattered Steel - An Ace Combat/Project Wingman/etc inspired aircraft-based RP

Ximena Huang

She did just what she promised, banking away from the rest of the flight to nestle herself high above in the cloud cover. She was lucky that there was any, the remnants of some distant rainstorm having been blown into the Mediterranean but not yet burned away by the incessant rays of the sun.

Good. Everything was in her favor. Assuming she shut up and flew cold Ximena was nigh-invisible to radar, and with her paint scheme she'd be damn hard to spot by the naked eye. By the time anyone realized she existed she would have already sent two thousand pounds of explosive hurtling down at their stupid radar installations.

"Easy does it now, sit right there you little bastards." she murmured, the words heard only by her and the passing clouds. She could see them now, the Soviet workhorse radar and a battery of HAWKs attached to a command trailer. Nice. Cozy. Probably had air conditioner, or at least a water cooler.

"Get nice and comfy, that's right. Pinches ratas culeras, sit in your fucking hole."

She had their coordinates punched in, the P19 first on the chopping block. Ximena hovered a finger over the button, plane cruising slow and steady so she could enjoy the moment. She had never been able to shake the rush she got from having such absolute control, the ability to summon death from on high at will. It was the sort of strength kings used to pray for, destructive ability so overwhelming that men made sacrifices to summon it against their enemies.

She loved this shit.

"Missile away! Bàibài nǎocán!"

She squawked it for everyone to hear, cackling with glee at the rushing whumph of the launch and the split-second delay before impact. The blast ripped apart the antenna, turning a complicated piece of machinery into so much shrapnel. Ximena could see squirters scrambling for cover, a Shilka trundling to life in hopes of catching the attacker. She was out of cover and revealed with no time to hide, no chance to lazily sail around gathering coordinates for a second strike.

Fuck it. Follow the checklist: Balls to the wall, dip the stick forward and crank the throttle, scream down towards the sleepy Italian island at impossible speeds as her body complained at being subjected to sudden extremes in gravity. Take half an instant to marvel at the insanity of her job before pulling up a hundred meters before impact. Hurtle across Lampedusa faster than any creature could dream of, following the curve of the island to buy herself time to line up a shot. See the trailer, pull the trigger, trail a line of twenty-millimeter cannon shot over the ground, burst by burst, until the gun was nearly empty and the command post was blown apart from the inside out. Report a job well done, and bail.


"Radar down, HAWK's dead! Rising before someone gets a shot in at me."

Next step, tilt the nose up and wipe away some of the blood now dripping from infected eye sockets. Grin madly, drunk on power, and pray for some fucking MiG to try and crawl up her ass so she could rip it to pieces.

Operation Daytrip- A Heavenfall Story

Okay, here's my character at last

Erika

Name: Erika Jane Van Straaten

Callsign: Hippo - being from South Africa and a woman of large stature, the name was given as a derogatory one... until it was pointed out that hippos kill way more people than lions or other 'dangerous' predatory animals do. Erika has embraced it proudly.

Age: 35 (DOB; 22/10/1979)

Gender: Female

Nationality: South African

Role in Team: Support gunner/Heavy Weapons

Appearance:



Erika is especially tall for a woman, being 6' 6". She has a 'wrestlers' build, with thick limbs and body, but as much of it being solid muscle as fat. She is quite curvy, with a generous bust despite being muscular and solid. She has a good collection of scars, noticeably on her face, but also elsewhere. Her left arm is covered in a tribal tattoo sleeve. Her hair is shaved short on the left side, and the longer back is always in a braid, leaving the top choppy and spiky.
She tends toward tomboyish dress; vests or T-Shirts, jeans or cargo trousers with boots or sneakers. She does dress up when the occasion or inclination strikes her though, and enjoys summer dresses and occasionally a fancy evening dress.

Bio:
Erika grew up during the most turbulent part of Apartheid in South Africa. Her family had a strong Boer history, and this was a point of special pride for her father, who had both strong nationalist and Afrikaner tendencies and views. Her family had a ranch, and employed many workers, as well as owning a large area of land. Her father had wanted a son, but got Erika instead, her mother, Elaine, dying when she was a young girl. The death was attributed to an accident, but it was only found out much later that her father arranged the 'accident' due to uncovering a brief, past fling with a black farmhand, though Erika would not find out about this at all until much later in her life.

Being white and with a father that had considerable wealth, authority and standing; Erika attended a very exclusive school, and was indoctrinated with the ways of thinking her father approved of. But, being a curious and intelligent girl, and with the realities of the internal strife of South Africa and the international opinion of it knocking at their door, she couldn't stay blind to it for long.
School couldn't occupy all of her time, and she helped out around the farm and ranch in general, as suited her growing body and tempered it with strength and stamina, and instilled a love of the outdoors and working with and around animals.
When not supervised by her father or other more strict bosses of the ranch, she often talked with the black farmhands and workers, starting to understand them and their situation more, and seeing more of their world.
This spread to her learning more about the other people outside of her small slice of the world, especially as she grew and gained more awareness and independence.
When reform came with the 1994 elections and the official end of Apartheid, her father grew increasingly erratic and vicious. He resisted attempts at change, sticking fiercely to his views and banding together with other white supremacist holdouts, something that in turn invited more trouble onto him and those around him. This escalated eventually into open violence against black and 'coloured' people by him and those like him, and Erika intervened. This finally drove a wedge between her and her father, and she left home, moving to live with more moderate relatives in a different part of the country, and in the more urban surroundings of Cape Town.

Erika enrolled in university while living in Cape Town, studying history. She enlisted in the cadet program of the SANDF when she was at university, sponsoring her degree and then going on to become a soldier full time, as part of the land forces.
Training in the SANDF reconnected her with her love of the outdoors and the wild beauty of South Africa's countryside, as well as working alongside a variety of people from different backgrounds, as the defence forces underwent changes and reforms to shed the image they had gained from Apartheid, and become a more modern, integrated force.

During a spell of leave from the from SANDF, she attempted to reconnect with her father, after learning he was terminally ill, and in respite care. Convicted earlier for racial violence, he had been imprisoned for years. When she visited him, he admitted to the killing of her mother, and of the man she had had her brief fling with - and that the 'fling' hadn't even been that much. Disgusted with him, she never saw him again, and didn't attend his funeral when he finally passed away. Instead, she saw the aunt and uncle - her mother's sister - she had lived with as her parents and guiding figures in her life.

Her military career continued with steady progress, but the Heavenfall gave her her first big taste of combat, as the chaos following the asteroid impact was like a beacon for all the internal dissention within South Africa to flare up. The SANDF was deployed all across the country to put down violent clashes. It was during this time she gained her first scars, along with her reputation for being an immovable object.

Sometime after this, she tried out for and was accepted into the South African Special Forces, and spent a good three years with them, but ended up leaving after an incident that all-but destroyed her unit, and left her hospitalized for several months, and was the source of her facial scarring.
After this, she was a changed woman. She still had the bright and friendly warmth at heart, but it was chipped and brittle at the edges, and she was much more taciturn, stoic and measured with those around her, less willing to be open and let others in and quicker to call out and confront trouble, injustice and cruelty.
She drifted for a while, not really settling in any place. She tried to work in the civilian sector for a while, living for a short time with her aunt and uncle, and while they loved her and she them in the same way she always had, city life and a 9-5 routine didn't work for her, and her skills were elsewhere.

The rising threat and looming presence of the NCAA sent shudders through South Africa and its' neighbours, and the upset it caused sent Erika on a journey to a new place for herself, and a way to contribute. She found it in an unlikely place - poaching and illegal hunting or exploitation of the vast natural resources, as well as the wildlife of South Africa and it's neighbours to the north was on the increase drastically, with many cruel incidents and losses of life as wildlife rangers were confronted by heavily armed poachers and hired mercenaries by private companies looking to exploit resources in countries less able to defend themselves.

Erika joined up with a paramilitary anti-poaching unit, where her work was well-regarded and she formed strong friendships. She was feared by the poachers, and respected by her comraders-in-arms for her tactics and ferocity. She made some good friends during this time, as well enjoying the surroundings and being able to see so many exotic animals in their natural habitats.
Her experience and success in this field took her around the world to other national parks where illegal poaching was a problem.
Eventually, she got frustrated with dealing with the endless symptom and not the root cause. She filed several requests to move against several notable persons involved in the international trade, including proven links between the ivory smuggling, arms trades, and narcotics. After these were ignored or denied, she put together an operation 'off the books' which, while successful, cost her her job.

After this, she worked for a few months as a military advisor and armourer for the entertainment industry (also doing some work as a background extra), thanks to one of her old SANDF contacts, before returning to active service after signing up with a PMC.

Analysis:
Erika's size, strength and stamina are her most obvious traits, along with her relative stoic silence. With something of a mild reputation for incredible destruction and ferocity against her enemies, the other half of it that goes unsung or unmentioned is that her ferocity and violence are wrought at their worst against those that act against the code of morals and ideals she holds. While this is noble and respectable, it can make her something of a liability in some situations and in need of some careful guidance and leadership; especially as this could potentially cause conflict among team members.
Nonetheless, her ability and experience speak for themselves, and her lack of financial motivation ensures her loyalty and dedication to the mission and unit, rather than her paycheck.
Erika may have a stoic and silent exterior, and this often makes her hard to approach initially. However, she builds strong loyalties and connections to those she does have a chance to bond with, and is a dedicated team player.

Service History:

• Enlisted at 18: 1997
• Deployed on border security duties, participated in joint training exercises.
• Heavenfall, internal security duties and first real high-intensity combat.
• Passed Special Forces selection; 2006.
• Participated in national and international operations, including counter-terrorism, reconnaissance, anti-piracy; first full battlefield engagements. 2006-2009.
• Classified incident; unit lost and suffered serious injury 2009. Spent 6 months recovering.
• Discharged from SANDF with honours and full pension, 2009.
• Joined anti-poaching operations, 2010
• Went worldwide with the anti-poaching team 2010-2012
• Private covert operation 2013, fired from operation.
• Joined entertainment company specialising in military advice and armouring for entertainment productions
• Joined PMC ahead of Op DAYTRIP 2014

Primary Weapons:
To be chosen as mission specifics dictate:

HK21E LMG(7.62x51mm NATO)
- C79 optical sight,
- Modified with front rails mounting:
- AN/PEQ-15,
- Tactical light,
- Vertical foregrip with pressure switch
- Detachable suppressor.

Denel DMG-5 GPMG (7.62x51mm NATO)
- ACOG sight
- Vertical foregrip
- Tactical light
- IR illuminator/laser designator

Ultimax-100 Mark 8 LMG (5.56 X 45mm NATO)
- Vertical foregrip
- EOTech EXPS sight with magnifier
- Tactical light
- IR illuminator/laser designator
- Detachable suppressor

H&K MG4KE (5.56 x 45mm NATO)
- ACOG
- Tactical light
- IR illuminator/laser designator
- Detachable suppressor

PKP Pecheneg-SP (7.62 x 54mmR)
- C79 Optical sight
- Detachable Suppressor
- Vertical foregrip
- IR illuminator/laser designator
- Tactical light

Sidearm: H&K Mk23 SOCOM pistol with KAC Suppressor and LAM unit

Ammunition:
Ball, Tracer and AP 7.62 & 5.56 ammo
.45 ACP for sidearm

Other Equipment:
Carried as needed for operational requirements:

• FGM-172 'Predator' SRAW or M136 AT4 for anti-armour/anti-vehicle/anti-structure
• Ruger SP101 in .357 with 2" barrel as backup gun
• M67 Frag grenades
• M18 Smoke grenades
• M84 Stun grenades
• Tactical tomahawk
• Utility/combat knife
• Multitool (leatherman style)
• FAST helmet with IR strobe and mount for NVG's
• GPNVG-18 panoramic NVG's

Family And Notable Acquaintance:
Erika's mother and father are both deceased, and she had no known siblings
Her legal next of kin are her aunt and uncle, who both reside in Cape Town.

Miscellaneous Details:
Erika has a remarkable rapport with animals, both wild and domesticated
She is an experienced driver of light and heavy vehicles, and a relatively competent mechanic

@Rhona W

Looks good, welcome to the show Hippo

Operation Daytrip- A Heavenfall Story

Updated. Ran via Google docs. If that's misedd anything, then tech issues...

Character Sheet

Name:
Retired Captain Sir Jonathan Le Mariner - Vilkas.

Callsign:
“Vlad Tepid”
Looking like the count, but Dracula would have been far too much of an honour, Vlad Tepid cemented after he screwed up a brew up in Norway.


Age:
43 . 5th September.

Gender:
Male

Nationality:
British, mother fled cold war Romania.

Role in Team:
Rifleman, sabotage and ungentlemanly warfare.

Appearance:
Tall, dark haired into grey, cut short, sharp features , roman nose, and with a cold pair of eyes that are dark grey. Wears glasses to read, and always carries tea. No tattoos. Built strongly but not flashy and leaner than he was when younger.

Taller as was but military life takes a rather toll on the body, not quite as fit and able as in his true prime but still capable of keeping up with even men and women younger than he is. Built more robustly but not overly muscular or showy, but solid and in good physical fitness for his age.

Has signs of injury that affects his legs until he got rehabilitation and marks remain but not the damage.

Dresses smartly in civilian wear where possible. Military wear is almost always the same set up if possible. Creature of habit.

Favours a rather sanitised uniform, no patches, no visible tattoo even if he had any, almost too boring to have been a regular soldier. Economical and unfussy.

My Hider

Bio:
Born in ScotIsh highlands, his father had married a Romanian woman who had fled the cold war into the west.

He has a sister who survived the fall by sheer virtue of being on holiday but her home and everything she owned was lost. She was the academic one whereas he was much more practical and already was a hunter by the time he was a late teen and downed several deer. The outside, nature and the whole being out in the wide open wilderness was exhilarating.

The idea of a desk job did not appeal and he was not sure what to do, so he found himself calling the request stop for the Royal marines Commando selection at 18, he was old enough to join without any permissions needed.

Successful, he ended up passing high enough to score officer potential some paperwork later he managed to commit to a longer term and a place at Sandhurst. Arctic warfare was tough, cold.. Norway was a rather unforgiving crucible of humanity, ice, snow and hard rock.

tapped to consider, SBS came next and the grueling and brutally difficult selection. Multiple months of extreme effort and then even more of training before he even deployed. The first of multiple tours in known campaigns, shadow campaigns in places not publicly known including Iraq.

even more secretive work dawned as he retired to join SIS and the much more shady direct action office.

Choosing an alternative role he was drawn into working for the diplomatic services, restoring connections, though the messengers were well capable of handling business directly as needed. At the same time he undertook much rehabilitation and regained fitness with a lot of hard work.

Bored, this work was not exactly what he considered him… He had nothing against it and a friend from German special ops said they needed people and gave him a recommendation. The rest is now, a suit swapped for boots again.

This life and a happy marriage did not last, though he still mourned her death when London was hit in the Heaven fall event.

Analysis:
Not a war Junkie but not exactly comfortable in his retirement, he had nothing against joining and desk work never suited. He could have risen in the ranks but going above Captain meant he had to lose time in the direct action and more time in the back offices.

Reason recruited. On a recommendation as an experienced former special forces officer, SIS and other work he had a strong sabotage and skill set in non standard warfare tactics.

Service History:

20 years Approximate.

Royal marines Commando, Arctic warfare advanced training and commissioned as a LT having passed Sandhurst academy. Deployed and did several larger training and military exercises.

volunteered and was selected for SBS, served as special forces officer and deployed in multiple hot spots both public and covert.

Selected by SIS, inducted into their direct action unit. Retires a Captain in the British Military. Operates in a classified Unit for British intelligence establishment.

After an Injury takes a post as a King's messenger, works as a secure diplomatic courier helping to relink the country globally. During this time Extensive rehabilitation after injury, due to a leg injury taken on SIS service.

Bored, wearing a suit and flying business class with classified documents is not for him. Was recruited based on a comrade from German special forces recommending him.

Primary Weapon:
Scar H. 7.62mm nato with a off angle red dot, invisible laser linked into NVG and a zoom optic. Tac light.

Alt.

Russian VSS Vintorez internally suppressed rifle with a western optic and an IR laser.

Sidearm:
Glock 17, extended mag, with glow sights and custom recoil control. boring, reliable.

Alt.

Dismantled normally and stored Welrod 9mm pistol. Quietest gun ever made, perfect for stealthy times. No serial number, no markings.

Ammunition:
7.62 ball ammo.
7.62 AP

9x19mm regular full metal jacket / hollow points.
9x19mm subsonic for welrod, older style with less kick due to gun being of that era.

9x39 heavy sub Sonic rounds.

Other Equipment:
Night Vision / IR hybrid goggle set that can be locked onto a helmet mount with one or two optic modes.

compact knife with zero metal, made of hard plastic like material that is easy to conceal.

General trade craft items such as a few tools like lock picks, tools to hotwire a car, beat locks and useful odds and ends. General sabotage and so loadout.

Family And Notable Acquaintance: Mother.
Late 60’s and pottering about the estate garden, survived as she was at home, and its own well / garden.

Dad, deceased in haven fall on a business trip.

Sister, a lawyer and working for the reformed bank of England.

Ex-Wife. Deceased. Heaven fall London.

Miscellaneous Details:
During the chaos of Haven fall he survived by being out of the area as he was on deployment. On return he joined “Knight fall” a group who involved surviving military, Police, SIS, civilians and others who worked to quiet orders to remove the very worst from the board or destabilise the largest hostile groups preventing the reconstruction of the state.

Not proud work but work nonetheless. The group's name came from the old castle they used as a base, practical against the lesser dangers with thick walls and room to shelter their strength.

Always carries tea and a brew kit on missions.

Ambidextrous shooter but right handed to write etc.

@PrinceAlexus

Much better, thank you. Feel free to put him in the characters tab

Operation Daytrip- A Heavenfall Story

Alright done! Hope you enjoy my medic.

Katey "Bad Omen" Gill

Name:
Katey Gill

Callsign:
"Omen" or "Bad Omen" due to sharing her birthday with Heavenfall and her tendency to retrieve even the most mutilated soldiers. Typically if she's running fast for you, you've been hit badly.

Age:
March 23rd, 1986, 28 years old

Gender:
Female

Nationality:
Ruins of the United States

Role in Team:
Field Medic and Interrogation Specialist

Appearance:


Bio:
Kate Gill turned 18 on the very day the skies opened and the world fell apart. That day, later known as Heavenfall, saw a meteor shower of unprecedented magnitude, raining fire and destruction across Earth. Cities crumbled, oceans rose, and within hours, civilization was shredded into chaos. As massive quakes shattered the ground and tsunamis swept across continents, Kate's family perished, her parents and two younger brothers swallowed by the sea near what was once the Oregon coastline.

Kate survived by sheer instinct and desperation. Wounded and alone, she scavenged the ruins for supplies, relying on a first aid manual from her father’s old truck to treat burns, broken bones, and festering wounds—first on herself, then on other survivors. This raw, trial-by-fire experience forged her into a skilled field medic, her hands becoming steady, her eyes cold.

In 2005, lured by shelter, rations, and structure, she joined the remnants of the U.S. military, initially clinging to it for survival. But over time, something darker bloomed inside her. The horrors she’d lived through, the things she’d done and witnessed, left a crack in her sense of humanity. Violence no longer disturbed her, it thrilled her. Saving lives by day, she took a brutal joy in taking them by night.

Recognizing her talent and tenacity, she was recruited into the USAF Pararescue unit in 2010, one of the few elite groups still operating in the fractured nation. For years, she was both revered and feared for pulling comrades from hellfire with one hand while pressing a blade to an enemy’s throat with the other.

In 2013, her career unraveled. Whispers of torture, unauthorized interrogations, and an infamous incident in the Nevada Wastes led to a dishonorable discharge. The military turned its back on her, but the world hadn't run out of wars to enjoy, people to save, and dogs to kill.

By 2014, Kate Gill had become a mercenary, trading allegiance for cash and thrill. Known by the call sign “Omen,” she operates in the murky grayzone of the post-Heavenfall world, a medic, a killer, a survivor. To some, she’s a necessary evil. To others, she’s a walking contradiction, a sadist.

Analysis:
Kate was picked due to three reasons. First and foremost, she was an easily disavowable soldier. A dishonorably discharged soldier from the still recovering USA, with all sorts of rumors buzzing as to why, made her great for the role. Secondly, her skillset. Not many mercenaries out there have the medical skills of a doctor and the killing skills of an operator, let alone full formal training. This makes her especially useful for black operations such as this. Finally, despite her discharge, she still can call on a few friends in high places. So when Operation Daytrip was being planned, she was quickly tapped for the role.

Service History:
2005 – Enlistment in Remnant U.S. Military (Post-Heavenfall Era)
- Enlisted at age 19, one year after the Heavenfall event.
- Assigned as a field medic due to her improvised medical experience.
- Stationed in Fort Calhoun Safe Zone, Nebraska, one of the few operational military outposts.
- First saw combat during the Des Moines Reclamation Campaign, treating wounded in the middle of firefights.

2007 – Operation Salt Line
- Participated in a covert raid to clear radical militia groups from the Kansas exclusion zones.
- Earned the nickname “Omen” for moving undetected through enemy lines to dying soldiers that were considered long gone.
- First suspected case of excessive force against prisoners during this operation. Allegations unproven.

2009 – Rapid Promotion to Specialist
- Commended for single-handedly saving 12 soldiers during a failed convoy extraction ambushed by raiders near the Missouri River.
- Exhibited high tolerance for combat stress and demonstrated extreme efficiency under fire.
- Recommended for elite training.

2010 – Selected for USAF Pararescue Training
- Transferred to Joint Base Falcon Ridge for advanced training in combat medicine, HALO jumping, and urban warfare.
- Became one of the first women admitted into the new-generation Pararescue force, which had been restructured for post-Heavenfall operations.

2011–2012 – Active Deployment with USAF Pararescue
- Deployed across North America in high-risk retrieval missions:
- Operation Black Smoke (2011): Extracted a collapsed team under biotoxin threat in the Rockies. Only survivor.
- Juneau Evac (2012): Led an unauthorized detour to rescue trapped civilians in an active combat zone, earning quiet respect from peers.
- Operation Dustbowl (2013): Allegedly interrogated and executed a captured insurgent commander without orders.

2013 – Incident at Deadwater Station
- During a classified mission in Nevada’s Deadwater Zone, her unit intercepted a hostile faction occupying a water purification facility.
- Mission logs were corrupted, but testimonies described:
Use of unconventional torture techniques.
Mutilation of prisoners.
Internal investigation launched

2013 – Dishonorable Discharge
- Court-martialed but not imprisoned due to insufficient physical evidence and political pressures.
- Stripped of rank, benefits, and clearance.
- Vanished from the public record weeks after discharge.

Primary Weapon:
- Spectre M4 with a suppressor. Modified with rails to hold an IR laser and a holosight. Swapped out the over-folding stock with a compact collapsible one.

Sidearm: G
- Glock17 with a compensator

Ammunition:
- 45 ACP +P 200gr. "Xtreme Penetrator" Rounds
- 9mm 90G "Raptor" Rounds
- 4x M67 Grenades
- 4x M18 White Smoke Grenades

Other Equipment:
- A complete and comprehensive surgery kit to make sure all those stitches go in the right place!
- Medicine bag, carrying everything from morphine to stool softeners. "Take it every night with dinner!"
- Dephibulator Pack to keep that heart pumping! Even when you wish it would stop...
- A 3-pound lawn mower battery for uh... charging her phone!
- "Phone Charging Cables"
- MSA Millennium Gas Mask with spare filters
- FAST Helmet with L-3 GPNVG-18 night vision and IR strobe
- SPCS plate carrier with level IV plates
- Sordin Supreme MIL CC headset and Personal Role Radio
- Garmin Tactix 8 Watch
- Rugged military tablet
- Spare civilian-style clothes

Family And Notable Acquaintance:
Major Elias Vorn (U.S. Military Contact)
Background: Served as her commanding officer during her Pararescue years; still believes her talents outweigh her flaws.
Relationship: Tense but mutually beneficial, he’s one of the few who still sees value in her, though he’s wary of her unpredictability.

Lucie “Stitch” Calderón (Combat Medic & Confidante)
Background: Once trained with Kate briefly during the Pararescue program. Left the military after trauma became too much.
Relationship: One of Kate’s only true friends, Lucie cares for her well-being but isn’t afraid to call her out concerning her behavior. Worries Katey might get herself killed one day.

Andrew Branch (Nephew, Age 10)
Background: Kate's only surviving family member from the events of Heavenfall. She only found out much later in her military career by pure chance. Her younger brother's girlfriend had survived Heavenfall, but only later died in childbirth. He was put into the adoption services and was later taken into a family in the Midwest. While treating the wounded, she found his records and connected the dots.

Relationship: Kate secretly supports him through anonymous financial support and the occasional message. She keeps her distance, believing her presence would put him in danger, or worse, corrupt him.

Miscellanous Details:
Hates spicy food
Loves animals
Despises country music, practically a trauma trigger for her

@AvaP

Looks good, Omen's an interesting, well, omen for the group. The cop on the team might be keeping a close eye on her
I had a message all typed up about neither the Spectre or the Glock 17 being in .45 but I was completely wrong, learn something new every day lol

CS.

My Hider

Name

Retired Captain Sir Jonathan Le Mariner - Vilkas.
“Vlad Tepid”
Looking like the count, but Dracula would have been far too much of an honour, Vlad Tepid cemented after he screwed up a brew up in Norway.

Gender.
Male

Nationality.
British, mother fled cold war Romania.

Height

5'11 feet tall. Was 6’2 at 18 but.. military life is rough on your back.

Age. 43. Born 1971.

Role In Team.
Rifleman, sabotage and ungentlemanly warfare.

Appearance

Tall, dark haired into grey, cut short, sharp features , roman nose, and with a cold pair of eyes that dark grey. Wears glasses to read, and always carries tea. No tattoos. Built strongly but not flashy and leaner than he was when younger.

Taller as was but military life takes a rather toll on the body, not quite as fit and able as in his true prime but still capable of keeping up with even men and women younger than he is. Built more robustly but not overly muscular or showy, but solid and in good physical fitness for his age.

Has signs of injury that affects his legs until he got rehabilitation and marks remain but not the damage.

Dresses smartly in civilian wear where possible. Military wear is almost always the same set up if possible. Creature of habit.

Favours a rather sanitised uniform, no patches, no visible tattoo even if he had any, almost too boring to have been a regular soldier. Economical and unfussy.

My Hider

Bio

Born in ScotIsh highlands, his father had married a Romanian woman who had fled the cold war into the west.

He has a sister who survived the fall by sheer virtue of being on holiday but her home and everything she owned was lost. She was the academic one whereas he was much more practical and already was a hunter by the time he was a late teen and downed several deer. The outside, nature and the whole being out in the wide open wilderness was exhilarating.

The idea of a desk job did not appeal and he was not sure what to do, so he found himself calling the request stop for the Royal marines Commando selection at 18, he was old enough to join without any permissions needed.

Successful, he ended up passing high enough to score officer potential some paperwork later he managed to commit to a longer term and a place at Sandhurst. Arctic warfare was tough, cold.. Norway was a rather unforgiving crucible of humanity, ice, snow and hard rock.

tapped to consider, SBS came next and the grueling and brutally difficult selection. Multiple months of extreme effort and then even more of training before he even deployed. The first of multiple tours in known campaigns, shadow campaigns in places not publicly known including Iraq.

even more secretive work dawned as he retired to join SIS and the much more shady direct action office.

Choosing an alternative role he was drawn into working for the diplomatic services, restoring connections, though the messengers were well capable of handling business directly as needed. At the same time he undertook much rehabilitation and regained fitness with a lot of hard work.

Bored, this work was not exactly what he considered him… He had nothing against it and a friend from German special ops said they needed people and gave him a recommendation. The rest is now, a suit swapped for boots again.

This life and a happy marriage did not last, though he still mourned her death when London was hit in the Heaven fall event.

Analysis

Not a war Junkie but not exactly comfortablein hisbretirement, he had nothing against joining and desk work never suited. He could have risen in the ranks but going above Captain meant he had to lose time in the direct action and more time in the back offices.

Reason recruited. On a recommendation as a experienced former special forces officer, SIS and other work he had a strong sabotage and skill set in non standard warfare tactics.

Service history

20 years Approximate.

Royal marines Chomando, Artic warfare advanced training and commissioned as a LT having passed Sandhurst academy. Deployed and did several larger training and military exercises.

volunteered and was selected for SBS, served as special forces officer and deployed in multiple hot spots both public and covert.

Selected by SIS, inducted into their direct action unit. Retires a Captain in the British Military. Operates in a classified Unit for British intelligence establishment.

After an Injury takes a post as a King's messenger, works as a secure diplomatic courier helping to relink the country globally. During this time Extensive rehabilitation after injury, due to a leg injury taken on SIS service.

Bored, wearing A suit and flying business class with classified documents is not for him. Was recruited based on a comrade from German special forces recommending him.

Gear

Long guns.

Scar H. 7.62mm nato with a off angle red dot, invisible laser linked into NVG and a zoom optic. Tac light.

Alt.

Russian, VSS Vintorez internally suppressed rifle with a western optic and a IR laser and custom made subsonic heavy ammo. Less range, but hits like a truck. (totally not taken in blood lol)

Side arm.

Glock 17, extended mag, with glow sights and custom recoil control. boring, reliable.

Alt.

Dismantled normally and stored Welrod 9mm pistol. Quietest gun ever made, perfect for sneaky times. No serial number, no markings.

Russian spetsnaz marked bayonet, with story not told.

Night Vision / IR hybrid goggle set that can be locked onto a helmet mount with one or two optic modes.

compact knife with zero metal, made of hard plastic like material that is easy to conceal.

General normal kit.

Sneaky items such as a few tools like lock picks, tools to hotwire a car, beat locks and useful odds and ends. General sabotage and so loadout.

Ammo.

7.62 ball ammo.
7.62 AP

9x19mm regular full metal jacket / hollow points.
9x19mm subsonic

9x39 heavy sub Sonic rounds.

Family

Mother.
Late 60’s and pottering about the estate garden, survived as she was at home, and its own well / garden.

Dad, deceased in heaven fall on a business trip.

Sister, a lawyer and working for the reformed bank of England.

Ex Wife. Deceased. Heaven fall London.

Misc

During the chaos of haven fall he survived by being out of area as he was on deployment. On return he joined “Knight fall” a group who involved surviving military, Police, SIS, civilians and others who worked to quiet orders to remove the very worst from the board or destabilise the largest hostile groups preventing the reconstruction of the state.

Not proud work but work none the less. The groups name came from the old castle they used a base, practical against the lesser dangers with thick walls and room to shelter their strength.

Always carries tea and a brew kit on missions.

Ambidextrous shooter but right handed to write etc.

@PrinceAlexus

So, a few things. First, please copy the template provided for the sake of neatness and uniformity. Second, guns and other explicitly military gear would not be his own but would be provided by Daytrip (and as far as I know, 9x39 is inherently subsonic so you wouldn't need to be custom loading ammo there)

The more pressing issue is grammar. I don't need everything to be perfect, in fact I'm almost certain I've missed typos somewhere in the OOC. However, I do need you to run through this again for basic spellchecking and sentence structure. This is partly to make it easier on me as I read it and partly because I'll be keeping the same standard for the RP proper.

Operation Daytrip- A Heavenfall Story

@Rhona W @PrinceAlexus @Damo021 @Kensai @Finetales @Theyra @teenangstlife @Alfhedil @AvaP

After much ado, it's up.

Operation Daytrip- A Heavenfall Story

Arsala Khattak, Team Lead

Name: Arsala Khattak

Age: 43, DOB January 22, 1972

Callsign: Templeton. Her quiet, nervous demeanor in boot camp got her dubbed "Jerry" after the cartoon mouse, but she was quickly renamed in honor of the Charlotte's Web character due to her tendency to 'ratfuck' the MREs.

Gender: Female

Nationality: American, of Afghan origin

Role in Team: Squad Leader and Sniper/Human Intelligence

Appearance:
At 5'6", Arsala is relatively tall for a woman and very much so for a Pashtun, but is still shorter than most of the men she meets. Her build isn’t overly muscular but well-suited to hiking, lean and toned with a surprising amount of strength behind it. She tends to eschew traditional tactical clothing for simple but rugged western wear, sturdy hiking boots and jeans with a business casual shirt. The prerequisite hat and aviators are, of course, a constant, as is the leather duty belt.

Bio: Arsala was born in Kabul, Afghanistan, the daughter of government bureaucrats. Her parents joined the socialist Saur Revolution as part of the hardline Khalqist faction, but after it was turned on by the Soviet Union, they fled to the United States when she was seven years old. They settled in Austin, Texas, where she was encouraged to assimilate as best she could. Immersed in the local culture and speaking multiple languages at home, Arsala took an interest in hunting and basic Spanish proficiency, which eventually matured into hobbies of long-distance shooting and general linguistics. She was something of a prodigy in the latter, demonstrating both great interest and aptitude for languages. By the time she left high school, she was both a champion sharpshooter and a proficient polyglot, speaking English, Pashto, French, Spanish, and Dari, and was determined to learn more.

She planned to attend college but instead joined the military, enticed by the chance to serve her adopted country as well as the promise of Uncle Sam paying for her education afterwards. After going through boot camp she was sent to the Army's Defense Language to study Arabic. When the Persian Gulf War broke out in 1991, she and every other Arabic-speaking soldier in the Army were sent to fight. Arsala was attached to Delta Force's G-Squadron, assisting in reconnaissance and information gathering through her ability to communicate with locals due to her knowledge of the language and avoid the issues that came with foreign men questioning and searching women. She saw heavy combat against Iraqi and Soviet forces, earning the Bronze Star as well as a Purple Heart when she was exposed to mustard gas.

While her trial by fire assisting Delta demonstrated that she was good at war, Arsala wasn't entirely comfortable with it. Once her active service ended she went into civilian law enforcement, joining the Los Angeles Police Department at 24. It was in Los Angeles that she met her husband, the pair marrying within a year and having twins nine months later. Arsala transferred to the Texas Highway Patrol in 1998 to be closer to her parents.

In 2003 the family was supposed to go back to Los Angeles to visit their paternal grandparents, but the son fell sick. Arsala stayed behind with him while her husband and daughter flew to California. They were killed during the Heavenfall.

Losing her spouse and child simultaneously devastated Arsala, but she channeled her grief into her work. She remarried relatively quickly, finding a man in a similar situation as her with a surviving daughter. Arsala and her second husband agreed that their children needed two parents, determined to make it work for their sakes. Meanwhile, she served in the Highway Patrol with distinction, eventually applying to and joining the Texas Rangers in 2005. This gave her jurisdiction over the entire state, and while Rangers are typically assigned to a specific region the post-catastrophe chaos meant that she was traveling all over Texas. In addition to the standard duties of performing investigations and providing assistance to local law enforcement, Khattak joined the Ranger Reconnaissance Team. As the name implies, the unit performed both covert and overt surveillance of criminal organizations, particularly along the border. Due to the extreme situation, she actually spent time in Mexico itself working with both splintered government forces and private parties considered to be trustworthy.

It was there that she met Kennedy, as they worked on some of the same operations.

Analysis: While lacking the traditional 'operator' status of her colleagues, Arsala's experience in HUMANIT and law enforcement as well as her language skills and handiness with a rifle make her a more than reasonable choice for Operation Daytrip. She is somewhat reluctant to return to an overtly combative role. She was quite frank about the fact that she hated her wartime experience and that she became a cop knowing that she would only ever pull a trigger when things went wrong.

It's likely that had she not been specifically reccommended for the job by her colleague Scouse she would not have taken it. By her own admission, she agreed to join Daytrip because the pay would cover her family's mortgage while leaving plenty left over for her children's college funds. This motivation is more than acceptable for Daytrip's purposes.

Service History:

• Recruited at 18: 1990
• Deployed to Iraq as 101st Airborne Division "Screaming Eagles", later attached to Delta Force G-Squadron. Saw combat against enemy infantry and armor, collected HUMANIT in a way male counterparts could not. Earned Purple Heart and Bronze Star: 1991
• Finished active duty component of service, enrolls in Individual Ready Reserve. Upon returning to the United States, she settled in California and joined the Los Angeles Police Academy. Served as a patrol officer, then a K9 handler: 1994-1998
• Transferred to the Texas Highway Patrol. Continuing to work as a dog handler, she showed initiative in community outreach efforts. Involved in a number of high-profile drug busts in rural West Texas and along the border: 1998-2003
• Went to college to study Linguistics while working: 2004-2008
• Applied to become a Texas Ranger: 2005
• Earned a master's degree in Civic Engagement: 2005-2007
• Performed standard duties of Rangers, providing assistance to local law enforcement as well as investigating officer-involved shootings. In addition, was part of the Ranger Reconnaissance Team. Covertly surveilled the border and patrolled areas where LEO presence was unfeasible. Again showed herself to be skilled in HUMANIT, displaying a knack for interrogation and the cultivation of informants as well as leveraging personal bonds forged with the community to open doors. Was part of joint operations between military and law enforcement targeting cartels in the destabilized border region of Mexico, working alongside Army Rangers, FBI, and Mexican authorities: 2006-2014
• Promoted to Captain: 2010
• Approached for Operation Daytrip: 2014

Primary Weapon:
To be selected from as mission parameters dictate

• SCAR MK 20 SSR:
  -7.62 NATO
  -Schmidt & Bender PM II 5-45x56 scope, with HISS-XLR clip-on thermal sight
  -Canted EoTech EXPS3 holographic sight
  -SOCOM762-RC suppressor
  -20 round magazine

• Desert Tech HTI
  -.50 BMG
  - Nightforce 12-42x56mm scope, HISS-XLR clip-on thermal sight
  -DesertTech Elite Iron Alpha suppressor
  -5 round magazine

• FN P90 Tactical LV
  -5.7×28mm
  -EOTech EXPS3 Holographic Sight
  -GSL P90 suppressor
  -Inbuilt laser sight
  -Rail-mounted flashlight

Sidearm:

• Nighthawk Custom GRP Recon 1911
  -9mm Luger
  -5 inch barrel
  -Omega K suppressor
  -Rail-mounted flashlight
  -Double stack upgrade converting it from 8 to 17 round magazines

Ammunition
To be selected from as mission parameters dictate

• 7.62, match grade
• .50 BMG, M1022 long-range sniper
• .50 BMG, Mk 211 HEIAP
• 5.7×28 SS190 armor-piercing
• 5.7×28 SB193 subsonic
• 9mm JHP, subsonic and supersonic variants

Other gear/weapons/equipment:

• IOTV style vest with ESAPI plates, in black.
• MOLLE II style rucksack, in black.
• Zeiss Victory Rangefinder/Binoculars
• M50 gas mask
• FAST Helmet with L-3 GPNVG-18 night vision and IR strobe
• SPCS plate carrier with level IV plates
• Sordin Supreme MIL CC headset and Personal Role Radio
• Suunto Core watch
• Rugged military tablet
• Randall Made Bowie Knife
• Encrypted cell phone and laptop with ballistics calculator
• Two CS/OC grenades
• Two M84 stun grenades
• TASER 7 electroshock weapon
• OC spray
• Lockpick set and pick gun
• Video borescope
• Two pairs of handcuffs
• Bundle of flexi-cuffs
• Rappelling Kit: Rope, descender, and climbing harness
• Hydration pouch
• Items for use in dealing with civilians. Khattak has access to a wide range of goods not all of which are carried on her, ranging from cash for bribes and damage payments to toys and candy for children to blankets, cooking oil and water purification tablets for handing out in areas with poor infrastructure.
• "Zaland'-Four year old Belgian Malinois, trained in detection as well as attack and sentry duties. Wears combined-threat body armor and goggles with attached camera so Arsala can see what he's doing. If required his harness can be clipped to Arsala's body so she can carry him.

Family and Notable Acquaintances:

• Hafez and Nāzo Khattak: Mother and father
• Regan King: First husband, missing and presumed dead
• Reza King: Son
• Rae King: Daughter, missing and presumed dead
• Morgan Taylor: Second husband
• Eva Taylor: Stepdaughter
• Noah Agnew: Friendly acquaintance and coworker from law enforcement operations in Mexico

Miscellanous Information:

• Besides her native English, Pashto, and Dari she speaks Spanish, French, and Mandarin Chinese with perfect or near-perfect fluency. She has a working knowledge of Russian and Arabic, but she's admittedly rusty.
• Arsala suffers from a relatively minor case of pseudodysphagia, a phobia of choking. This stems from her experience with gas in the Persian Gulf as well as the assumed drowning of her husband and daughter. While the phobia doesn't overly affect her daily life, she does sometimes suffer nightmares related to it.
• Khattak has only two hobbies, splitting her free time between keeping up her shooting and practicing her various languages. Both are perishable skills, so if she's not with her family or work she's either at the range or engaging with foreign media.

Noah Agnew, Team Lead

Name: Noah Agnew

Callsign: Scouse. Derived from his accent.

Age: 50, March 31, 1964

Gender: Male

Nationality: English-American

Role in Team: Squad Leader and Demolitions.

Appearance:

Noah looks much younger than he truly is. Slightly shorter than average and on the skinnier side, Noah presents as an unassuming figure to the untrained eye. He finds this advantageous and thus encourages it by dressing very casually, preferring t-shirts and jeans to any sort of uniform or overtly militarized clothing.

Bio: Noah Agnew, originally Noah Henry, was born into hard circumstances. Of mixed American and and English parentage, his mother was native to the inner-city Toxteth region of Liverpool while his father left the state of Mississippi to escape poverty and a violent homelife, emigrating to the UK with the hope of making a living in music. This did not pan out, and the elder Henry took work as a barback and janitor in Liverpool. Despite being a noted white nationalist (having been known in his hometown as being fervently anti-integration and falling in with Britain's National Front after emigrating), he ended up being the common-law spouse of a woman of Trinidadian descent. Angry at the state of his life and prone to heavy drinking, Mr. Henry was verbally and sometimes physically abusive to his family, a situation which led Noah's parents to split up and reconnent multiple times over the course of his childhood.

They separated for good when he was thirteen years old, but by then Noah was already going down a bad path. He neglected school to hang out with hoodlums and picked up multiple citations for underage drinking and hooliganism. His mother, stretched thin working to care for him and his younger siblings, could not spend the time required to steer him onto a different path. The only thing Noah (now going by his mother's last name) showed much interest in was sports, a talented wrestler and football player. While he was quite good, it was clear he lacked the talent to make a career out of either. University was neither achievable nor something he cared about, and he had no experience in any of the trades. Thus the military presented itself as the most obvious path out of poverty. Agnew joined the Royal Commandos at age 16, being dubbed Scouse due to his pronounced accent.

Scouse struggled with the work at first but adapted quickly, managing to keep pace with the adult recruits and earning the green beret. However, being underage meant that he could not be deployed into conflict zones, so he was kept behind to serve in training exercises as part of OpFor units, picking up additional training in demolitions.

Scouse turned eighteen only two days before Argentina invaded the Falklands, and being a legal adult he was now able to be deployed by Her Majesty's armed forces as they saw. He went to the island with the rest of the Commandos, being fired upon for the first time while landing at San Carlos. From there he saw action against Argentine forces at the Battle of Mount Harriet, marching uphill in cold and wet conditions under shellfire. After the battle he continued on the 'yomp' to Port Stanley, briefly involved in an exchange of fire between his squad and an enemy patrol that had been caught out of position.

After the recapture of the Falklands he was granted leave which he spent visiting the Azores, developing an interest in recreational diving. Upon his return, he was sent to Northern Ireland as part of the long-running Operation Banner. In addition to the usual patrols and public order operations Scouse helped disrupt arms stockpiling by Irish separatist groups, often intercepting boats suspected of smuggling weapons. H e was lightly wounded during a raid on a private dock used as an unloading point by members of the PIRA, taking a bullet to the ribs but walking in relatively good condition due to his vest absorbing most of the impact.

Over the course of recuperation, he decided to try out for the Special Boat Squadron, motivated mainly by the need for excitement and a desire to prove himself the best. He went SBS as opposed to SAS purely because his newfound enjoyment of diving encouraged him to become certified as a frogman. His experience in selection and training, while intense, was similar to his time in Marine training. He struggled at first but fought to keep up with the pack, eventually distinguishing himself and becoming a proper Swimmer-Canoeist. His first deployment as part of special forces was again to Ireland, taking part in covert reconnaissance and direct action against Republican assets and hideouts. This included incidents that would likely be considered targeted assassination by the public at large.

Much of his work was still focused on intercepting weapons shipments from both foreign powers and individual supporters abroad, and it was in that capacity that he ended up working with the United States Federal Burea of Investigation. The FBI was working with British military and law enforcement agencies on a two-pronged investigation of a smuggling ring, each government focusing on suspects on their side of the Atlantic. Coordination was key to make sure that suspects in one nation weren't tipped off by those in the other, and Scouse made acquaintances with a number of FBI agents through over-the-phone conversations and the occasional in-person meeting. The operation was a success, with more than twenty suspects arrested and hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of weapons confiscated.

With that wrapped up, Scouse was shunted off to Afghanistan to help the anti-Communist guerrillas as part of the wider Operation Cyclone. Elements of the SAS and SBS, now joined together as part of the United Kingdom Special Forces directorate, were stationed in Islamabad, Pakistan, and undertook operations to support the mujahedin still struggling against the Soviet Union. In an inverse of his previous assignments, Agnew ran guns across the border to friendly militias and sometimes engaged Afghan Army personnel in combat. On his third trip however his team was ambushed by an unknown force that was much better trained than the locals he had been facing. One MI6 agent was killed outright and one SAS operator was critically injured before they could escape, with Scouse taking another light wound from shrapnel. Later, intercepted communications would suggest that the enemy force had been from Spetznas group Vympel.

Agnew was taken off active duty to recuperate in Islamabad, ruminating on his life's path. The irony of going from chasing arms dealers to being one himself was not lost on him, and by his own account, he started to stray from the idea of his work being necessary. Regardless, he wasn't going to leave the one thing he was good at. After recovery, he went back into Afghanistan, this time targeting local intelligence operatives and informants for killing or rendition. This progressed into leading mujahideen raids into the Soviet republics, attacking supply depots and transportation hubs in Tajikistan, Uzbekistan, and Chechnya.

Come the Gulf War, he and most of his teammates were rushed into Iraq as part of the Coalition's war efforts. He hunted roaming Scud missile crews and took part in the destruction of a major fiber optics network providing Iraq with signals intelligence. He was also involved in the hunt for a Soviet-Iraqi formation engaging in unconventional warfare; namely, the assassination and capture of Coalition officers in an attempt to force them into disarray. The commando group was cornered by Coalition armor and air units but managed to escape due to the efforts of a single unit that stayed behind to fight, a unit that Agnew assisted in the capture of.

By happenstance, the force was led by Vitalii Tkachenko, whom Scouse had encountered years ago in Afghanistan. Upon realizing that they had fought before the two struck up an unlikely friendship, keeping in touch after Vitalii was released at the end of hostilities.

With the war ending indecisively Scouse was officially made redundant and discharged, going to Italy to spend time relaxing along the Riviera and studying at local museums. He even finally earned a college degree, majoring in Renaissance Studies. In actuality, he was still very much part of UKSF, but now he was seconded to MI6's E Squadron. As part of Operation Gladio, he was involved in a covert war against insurgent groups, surveilling and sometimes acting against left-wing terrorist cells. He remained in this role until his cover was blown by an asset who had been picked up and tortured by members of the West German Revolutionary Cells on a trip to Munich.

After being forced to flee Italy, Agnew retired again, this time legitimately, leaving the SBS and emigrating in search of a change of pace. Being half-American he had citizenship, so after a relatively short time he was able to arrange his papers and enter the country on a permanent basis. Without work or much money he found himself in the same position he had as teen, and solved it in much the same way. Encouraged by his old acquaintances in the Agency and partially inspired by watching episodes of science-fiction drama The X Files, Scouse walked a field office and filled out the application packet to join the FBI.

He was too old by their usual standards but the requirement was waived on the strength of his exemplary military service and the fact that his name was already in FBI records as a competent investigator. Agnew breezed through the physical requirements and made a good showing academically, graduating near the top of his class before being assigned to the Seattle office. He was put on the hate crimes desk, investigating white nationalist and Christian Identity organizations in the Pacific Northwest. Motivated by disdain for his father (who he had long cut ties with), Agnew worked overtime combating right-wing extremism. He was commended for his role in dismantling a group tied to the Aryan Nations, as well as the now-defunct The Covenant, the Sword, and the Arm of the Lord militia.

Noah felt he had more purpose as an agent than a soldier, but he missed being an operator. Having spent his formative years as a commando and in the special forces, it was hard to shake the feeling that his talents were wasted. So he applied to the elite Hostage Rescue Team, the selection and training process easier for him than many of his much younger peers. As part of the HRT, he was involved in high-stakes hostage situations and incidents of domestic terrorism, sometimes working with Tier One units and other agencies. With Baja California ceded to the United States the FBI's territory greatly expanded, and Noah was sent southward to deal with both cartel activity and white nationalist terror cells establishing themselves in the new America. It was in this capacity that he first met Texas Ranger Arsala Khattak and reconnected with ex-Spetsnaz operator Vitalii Tkachenko, and was thus brought in by Tkachenko as one of the team leads for Operation Daytrip.

Analysis: Agnew is a seasoned veteran with a long career in both the military and law enforcement, with experience in a wide variety of environments and roles. While most of his career has been spent in relatively conventional conditions, his time in Afghanistan and Italy taught him how to operate in an isolated team for long periods of time, useful for an operation that will have little to no outside support. While not a dedicated intelligence agent he nevertheless has a grounding in espionage and counter-espionage. Tellingly, one of the Executive Officer's conditions for taking the job was that Agnew be brought into Daytrip as well.

Service History:

• Joined the Royal Marines at 16:1980
• Due to British regulations against minors was kept out of combat duty after completion of training. Instead spent an additional year Commando Training Centre Royal Marines taking part in exercises as part of OpFor teams in various scenarios. Given specialized demolitions training: 1980-1982
• Turned 18 two days before the Argentinian invasion of the Falklands, was thus deployed. Saw action at the Battle of Mount Harriet, was part of the famous 'yomp' to Port Stanley: 1982
• Sent to Northern Ireland as part of Operation Banner. Involved in the interception of weapon shipments, lightly wounded in a raid on a dock occupied by PIRA members: 1982-1984
• After recovery tried out for the Special Boat Squadron (later renamed the Special Boat Service), was successful. Sent back to Northern Ireland, now involved in covert reconnaissance and direct action inland: 1985-1988
• Liaised with the American FBI as part of combined operations against Irish separatist gunrunners. In a joint operation, FBI agents cracked down on suspected arms traffickers in the United States while Agnew and other SBS operatives intercepted ships based on information from said suspects. The operation was a success: 1987
• As part of the newly formed United Kingdom Special Forces, undertook covert action in Afghanistan as Operation Cyclone. Operating out of Islamabad, Pakistan, Agnew and elements of the SAS and MI6 smuggled arms across the border into Afghanistan. Came into contact with Soviet forces, again wounded in action and forced to retreat. It was later determined that said Soviets were part of Spetsnaz Vympel: 1987
• Recuperated in Islamabad before redeploying to Afghanistan, mostly targeting local intelligence assets. Later took part in Mujahadeen raids on the Soviet republics of Tajikistan, Uzbekistan, and Chechnya: 1987-1991
• Sent to Iraq at the outbreak of the Gulf War. Hunted for truck-based Scud missiles and assisted in the destruction of an Iraqi fiber optic network. The most high-profile incident was when his unit supported Coalition armor and air cavalry attempting to corner a combined Soviet-Iraqi 'commando' group responsible for the assassination and capture of multiple Coalition officers. Most of the group escaped with prisoners in tow but a single squad stayed behind to fight, being captured by Agnew's team upon running out of ammo: 1991
• Officially retired from UKSF and went to Italy to travel and study, was actually working for MI6's E Squadron as part of Operation Gladio. Surveilled left-wing terror cells in Italy sometimes took direct action against them. Remained in country until cover was blown by an associate who was picked up and tortured by the West German Revolutionary Cells: 1991-1994
• Legitimately retired from the SBS and emigrated to the United States, applied to the FBI and went to the Academy for training: 1994-1995
• Upon graduation, sent to the Seattle field office. Investigated white nationalist and Christian Identity organizations in the Pacific Northwest, was commended for his work in dismantling a terrorist cell with connections to the Aryan Nations movement and the defunct The Covenant, the Sword, and the Arm of the Lord militia:1995-1998
• Applied to the Hostage Rescue Team, passes selection and advanced training: 1998-1999
• Served as an HRT operator, training with various Tier One units and law enforcement organizations from the United States and abroad in addition to taking part in operations: 1999 to 2003
• Involved in disaster response post-Heavenfall, deployed to the fractured Mexican territories to combat the surge in drug cartels as well as nascent pro-CAA militias. His familiarity with white nationalist organizations led to him being deployed in operations against right-wing cells in Mexico and the border states: 2003-2014

Primary Weapon:
L1A1 Self-Loading Rifle
-7.62 NATO
-L2A2 SUIT x4 sight
-XM148 grenade launcher clamped to underbarrel
-30 round L4A1 Bren magazines used in addition to standard 20 round magazines

MP5/10
-10mm Auto
-Aimpoint CompM4 red dot
-Retractable stock
-KAC Navy suppressor
-30 round magazine

Sidearm: USSOCOM MARK 23
-.45 ACP
-Integrated laser
-KAC MK23 suppressor
-12 round magazine

Ammunition:

• 7.62mm, armor-piercing
• 10 mm, jacketed hollow-point
• .45 ACP, jacketed hollow-point

Other Equipment:

• SPCS plate carrier with level IV plates, in dark blue.
• FAST Helmet with L-3 GPNVG-18 night vision and IR strobe
• SPCS plate carrier with level IV plates
• FM12 CBRN Mask
• Sordin Supreme MIL CC headset and Personal Role Radio
• Suunto Core watch
• Rugged military tablet
• Variety of explosives and detonators as required by circumstances, including L9 Bar Mines, C4, and detcord.
• M72 LAW

Family And Notable Acquaintances:

• Michael Henry: Father, deceased.
• Victoria Agnew: Mother
• Arsala Khattak: Friendly acquaintance and coworker from law enforcement operations in Mexico
• Vitalii Tkachenko: Longtime friend and comrade

Miscellaneous Details:

• Having been deployed to Mexico for an extended period, Scouse has a working knowledge of Spanish.

Operation Daytrip- A Heavenfall Story

Vitalii Tkachenko, Executive Officer

Name: Vitalii Tkachenko

Callsign: Kennedy. Given to him during his conscription days, in reference to his boyish looks and his visit to Boston as a child as part of a goodwill trip.

Age: 50, April 22, 1964.

Gender: Male

Nationality: Ukranian SSR

Role in Team: Executive Officer. Tkachenko is responsible for the management of Daytrip's day-to-day operations and is the primary team leader, as well as the go-between for Daytrip operatives, local resistance, and the high command.

Appearance:

While time has started to wear on Vitalii, he's nowhere near slowing down. Standing at 6'3 with broad shoulders and a powerful boxer's build, Kennedy presents as a force to be reckoned with. While no longer bound to military grooming requirements he sticks to them out of habit, staying clean-shaven and keeping his graying hair in a neatly trimmed and combed into a side-part. His civilian wear stays towards the profesional, dressing in slacks and button-ups when not in the field.

Bio: Vitalii was born in Dnipro, Ukraine SSR to an entirely unremarkable family. His parents were neither dissidents nor devoted to the state; his father worked diligently but without enthusiasm in a metallurgical plant, and his mother kept busy by caring for her father, an ailing veteran of the Great Patriotic War. His older brother was enrolled in a technical school to become a train engineer, a respectable but not noteworthy career.

It seemed likely that Vitalii would follow in their footsteps; he played sports but not well enough to be a professional, and his grades were satisfactory, not outstanding. The only notable incident was when he was selected to visit the United States with other students based on an essay he wrote about world peace.

Upon reaching 18 he was conscripted, as was typical for men his age without university deferments, and after basic training he was sent to Afghanistan, seeing action along the border of Pakistan at the Kyber Pass. It was there that he found purpose. He was a natural soldier who felt at home on the battlefield, describing the sensation of being shot at as 'clarifying'.

At the end of his tour he considered signing up again but instead sought a more elite path. He was invited to try out for the recently formed Directorate V of the KGB (commonly known as "Vympel") and passed the extremely rigorous selection process. After advanced training, he was sent back to Afghanistan, this time to support the Afghan Commando Forces in operations against the Mujahideen. He took part in search-and-destroy operations targeting insurgent weapon caches, destroying multiple ammunition dumps and capturing examples of American Stinger and British Blowpipe anti-air missiles. Eventually the situation stabilized for the Republic of Afghanistan and Vitalii (now known as Kennedy) was deployed to Angola.

His role on paper was to provide training to and serve as a planning advisor for the MPLA, which he did legitimately do. However, he was primarily focused on counterintelligence activities. Vympel was responsible for eliminating South African National Intelligence Service agents and likely encountered CIA operatives as well. UNITA, hemorrhaging manpower and material, put a bounty on the team equaling 50,000 dollars per member.

With the Communists now solidly winning the war he was again moved elsewhere, this time to Iraq. With tension between NATO and the Soviet-backed Hussein regime brewing it was deemed prudent to have forces on the ground shoring up defenses. Now a veteran with experience in supporting local forces, Kennedy was tasked with preparing for a guerrilla war. He organized members of the Fedayeen Saddam and Iraqi Popular Army, paramilitary forces lacking heavy armor and artillery, into insurgent cells that would be activated upon invasion. Part of their role would be securing temporary landing sites for the deployment of Spetznaz personnel.

Unsurprisingly, he was extremely busy during the Gulf War. He was given command of both Soviet and Iraqi special forces and ordered to harass the Coalition's operations by whatever means available. Kennedy did this by assembling a flying column made up of operators from the Republican Guard, Soviet Airborne, and various Spetznaz groups and engaging in hit-and-run attacks behind enemy lines. They targeted Coalition supply lines and HVTs, killing or capturing multiple American, French and British officers. He and his team intercepted or otherwise came into contact with enemy SOF multiple times, engaging British SAS and SBS as well as American Navy SEALs. In one notable incident, Kennedy and a small detachment put up a spirited defense against Coalition armor and air cavalry to buy time for Iraqi forces to catch up. He and his squad were forced to surrender upon running out of ammo, but their actions allowed the rest of the unit to escape with prisoners in tow. This earned him the Order of Alexander Nevsky.

He was held captive for about a month before the war ended. The rest of the 90s were comparatively quiet, with Kennedy working in Colombia and Turkey to support Marxist insurgents before being recalled back to the USSR to train the next generation of Vympel. He retired after twenty years of outstanding service and took up recreational diving.

The Heavenfall shattered all hopes for a peaceful life. The Soviet Union ceased to exist, and with it the bank account full of savings and the pension fund paying out monthly checks. Kennedy was initially approached by the nascent independent government of Ukraine and offered a job as chief security advisor. He took it, only to walk out within months. He was still loyal to the Socialist Republics, and thus could not work for a nation trying to distance itself from them.

He ended up moving to Mexico to work in private security, motivated in part by the beautiful water and the new wrecks scattered across the Gulf; a diver's paradise. He found employment training both remnant government forces and working as a mercenary for private militias and corporate entities, battling the now-much stronger cartels. It was during this period that he reconnected with Noah Agnew, whom he had met while in captivity and came across through their shared sport of diving, and Arsala Khattak, a Texas Ranger who often worked with law enforcement elements on the southern side of the border. His working with the American military and law enforcement is what led to him becoming known outside of the former Warsaw Pact, and thus he was recruited to be the Executive Officer of Operation Daytrip.

Analysis: Vitalii is inarguably elite, a veteran of open field, combined arms warfare and small-scale covert operations. Having spent twenty years in the KGB he understands discretion and can be trusted to lead sensitive missions such as Daytrip. He's used to leading teams of special forces and local allies, meaning he can work with troops from the Autodefensas and the BPLF. Equally importantly, he's a known mercenary. Vitalii has no particular loyalty to any one country or ideology still existent, making him an attractive figure to both the left and right wings of Daytrip's local contingent as he's unlikely to show any favoritism. Furthermore, his leading Daytrip lends credibility to any disavowal made by the N/UN in case the operation is compromised: he's a gun-for-hire brought in to lead other guns-for-hire.

Service History:

• Joined the Soviet Army at 18: 1982
• Served a tour of duty in Afghanistan: 1982-1984
• Left the Army to join the KGB's Directorate Vympel, underwent advanced training before being redeployed to Afghanistan to support the Afghan Commando Forces in operations against the Mujahideen: 1984-1987
• Sent to Angola ostensibly to provide training to the MPLA but was primarily involved in counterintelligence operations against NATO and South African agents: 1987-1990
• Deployed to Iraq in response to worsening tensions, training Iraqi forces and preparing the groundwork for a full-scale deployment of Vympel and other Spetznaz groups: 1990-1991
• Was highly active during the Gulf War, leading Soviet and Iraqi special forces against Coalition personnel. Commanding an ad hoc team composed of troops from the Soviet Airborne Forces, Republican Guard, and various Spetznaz detachments, Tkachenko worked behind enemy lines targeting American, British, and French HVTs. His team assassinated a number of Coalition officers and intercepted multiple SOF operations, seeing combat against the British SAS and SBS as well as the American Navy SEALs. In a notable incident, Kennedy and a few of his men mounted a fierce static defense against Coalition armor and air cavalry, scoring multiple tank kills and buying time for an Iraqi battalion to reach his force. Tkachenko and his squad were eventually surrounded and forced to surrender upon running out of ammo, but the rest of the force managed to escape with high-value prisoners in tow. He was awarded the Order of Alexander Nevsky in absentia: 1991
• Released from captivity shortly after the end of the war and deployed to Colombia to assist FARC by providing training and taking part in direct action against drug traffickers and right-wing militias: 1991-1994
• Covertly inserted into Turkey to assist the Revolutionary People's Liberation Party/Front. Kennedy supplied the group with plastic explosives and directed them in the assassination of Turkish government figures and foreign business executives: 1994-1996
• Recalled to the Soviet Union to serve as a training instructor for new recruits to Vympel, promoted to the rank Senior Ensign (roughly equivalent to a Warrant Officer in NATO forces): 1996-2002
• Retired at 38 after twenty years of service: 2002
• The Heavenfall occured ; the Soviet Union is dissolved. Now, without a pension (or any sort of savings) Tkachenko was recruited by the fractured Ukrainian government to cobble together a special operations command. A Soviet loyalist through-and-through, he quickly resigned and emigrated to North America. Found work in Mexico in private security, training remnant government forces and various militias to fight the surging narcos. Worked with elements of the U.S. military and law enforcement in that capacity, leading to his being known to Operation Daytrip: 2003-2014

Primary Weapons:
AS Val
-9x39mm
-Integral Suppressor
-Modernized with Picatiny rail
-Trijicon ACOG sight
-Takes standard 20 round magazines as well as newer 30 round magazines

KS-23M:
-23×75mmR
-Variant of the original KS-23 with shortened barrel and removable wire stock
-Drilled and tapped to accept Trijicon RMR red dot sight
-3+1 tube magazine

FAMAE SAF-200:
-9×19mm Parabellum
-Aimpoint Micro T-1 red dot
-30 round magazine

Sidearm:
Inglis L9A1
-9×19mm Parabellum
-13 round magazine

Ammunition:

• 23mm, Shrapnel-25 buckshot shell with aproximate range of 25 meters
• 23mm, Barrikada slug
• 23mm, Zvezda flashbang round
• 9×39mm, SP-6 armor piercing
• 9x19mm, hollow point

Other Equipment:

• 6B45 vest with GRANIT plates, in EMR camouflage.
• ALICE load-carrying equipment with Chinese Type 85 chest rig
• FAST Helmet with L-3 GPNVG-18 night vision and IR strobe
• General Service Respirator
• Sordin Supreme MIL CC headset and Personal Role Radio
• Suunto Core watch
• Rugged military tablet
• L3A1 Bayonet
• Two RGO fragmentation grenades
• Two RG-60TB thermobaric grenades
• IFAK
• LShZ-2DTM helmet
• Gerber multitool
• Lensatic compass
• Hydration pouch

Family And Notable Acquaintance:

• Alexei and Mariya Tkachenko, father and mother, both deceased.
• Dmitry Tkachenko, brother.
• Noah Agnew: Longtime friend and comrade

Miscellanous Details:

• Vitalii is fluent in English and Spanish, and speaks passable French.
• Taught himself to be ambidextrous.

Operation Daytrip- A Heavenfall Story

Operation Daytrip

In the aftermath of the Heavenfall, some of the players changed but the game stayed the same. There's always some threat to the balance of power, some despot or warlord that needs to be removed for the good of the people and the stability of the region. When open warfare isn't an option, those in charge turn to dangerous people experienced in quick, quiet, and overall efficient operations.

You've been selected as one of them on the strength of your military service, your career in intelligence, or your time spent in law enforcement. You've been vetted as trustworthy and capable of keeping your mouth shut, and if all goes well you'll be recieving a healthy bonus for your retirement fund. If it goes poorly, well-

you won't have to worry about it for long. Welcome to Daytrip.

Operation Daytrip Overview

Operation Daytrip is a covert mission being undertaken by operatives handpicked for their abilities and experience. While organized at the behest of various N/UN officials, it officially does not exist and cannot ever be linked to the organization. Its funds are pulled from the "black budget," which is closed to all but the highest authorities. As such, all actors involved are considered both expendable and deniable.

The goal of Daytrip is to facilitate regime change in the Pacific island nation of San Borondon, removing or killing long-time dictator General Henri Cheung. Cheung rose to power in the revolution against the island's monarchy and later ousted the first and only democratically elected leader in the 1970s. Since then, his reign has been marked by the curtailment of the political process, human rights violations, rampant cronyism and widespread corruption, as well as the torture, execution and forced disappearance of dissidents.

In addition to crimes against humanity, San Borondon's government also presents a threat to the N/UN and its constituent nations. Cheung has forged an alliance of convenience with the New Central African Alliance, setting up a labor exchange program in return for military aid. San Borondon presents a dilemma for the N/UN in the event of war with the NCAA, as they're likely to use the country as a forward operating base to target N/UN assets in the Pacific. Besides the NCAA, Cheung has also struck deals with megacorporations, namely Montrose Incorporated, NeoDyne Technologies, and Universal Manufacturing Conglomerate. The corps uses San Borondon as a place to manufacture goods without adhering to international restrictions on pollution or arms proliferation, blithely ignoring standards set by the N/UN. The money they spend keeping the Cheung regime happy is made back ten times over as they profit off of flooding markets with goods produced incredibly cheaply.

On top of that, it's believed that General Cheung has a working relationship with various international criminal organizations. He's suspected of harboring weapons and drug smugglers, human traffickers, pirates, and other malefactors in exchange for protection money, as well as using their foot soldiers as muscle.

The N/UN cannot turn a blind eye to the actions of General Cheung but it cannot spare the manpower to oust him itself, nor would the international community approve. The NCAA would almost certainly retaliate if a friendly government was forcibly evicted by N/UN forces, and the megacorps would potentially do the same. This is to say nothing of China, which would only benefit from fanning the flames. Thus it turns to Operation Daytrip, as the nature of the mission means that any actions undertaken during it can be written off as the work of third-party mercenaries.

Daytrip simply cannot affect regime change on its own. Even if Cheung were killed tomorrow he would simply be replaced and the same business would continue. Daytrip will instead work with a coalition of already-existing resistance groups, supporting them through both direct and indirect action. The goal is for Daytrip to facilitate the removal of General Cheung so that he can be replaced by a government less hostile to the N/UN.

Friendly Factions

Borondon People's Liberation Front: Dubbed "Los Campesinos", The Peasants, by the late King Cristóbal , the nickname has stuck. The BPLF was formed in the late 60s when multiple Communist militias operating around the countryside agreed to band together in an organized front as a response to repeated crackdowns. While they've managed to survive decades of low-intensity conflict they were forced onto the back foot, unable to stand up to the organized might of the military. For many years the BPLF could do no more harm to the government than hit-and-run attacks on isolated patrols and the occasional bombing of government installations, but they have a relatively strong presence and are generally viewed positively by the rural farmers due to their hunting of bandits and tendency to redistribute wealth 'requisitioned' from wealthy landowners and other enemies of the people.

The BPLF is historically reliant on clandestine foreign aid, but with the collapse of the Soviet Union its biggest source of arms and training has dried up. It's suspected that they receive some support from New China, but how much is unknown. Originally, the group was dedicated to the installation of a Marxist-Leninist state in San Borodon, but now there are different subfactions with different immediate goals. All of them want General Cheung dead or gone.

While individual cells and other units have their own leaders, the group as a whole is commanded by the Revolutionary Council, headed by Augustin Baptiste. Baptiste was a student and protege of the disgraced President Granger in his post-office life, and after Granger died Baptiste was inspired to fight for a free Borondon.

Brigades Unies d'Autodéfenses: Typically referred to as the Autodefensas, or Black Brigades in reference to their solid dark flag. The BUA is a confederation of right-wing paramilitaries that were originally tolerated by the Cheung regime but were eventually turned on due to their varied loyalties. The Brigades vary wildly in their reasoning; some are religious zealots who detest what they perceive as decadent immorality brought in by the West, while others are motivated to crush criminality leeching in from the tribal mountains and blighted urban spaces. A minority are out-and-out monarchists who wish to see the Acosta line returned to the throne. In all cases they are militant and highly opposed to Communism, and indeed many of the groups making up the Brigades were originally allied with the government against the BPLF.

However, as the regime turned against them, the paramilitaries banded together, united on their hatred of Cheung and the general belief that things would be better with him out of the picture. They have a strong presence in the cities where the power of the gangs makes anyone who stands against them popular, as well as among the large landowning families in the hinterlands. The Autodefensas are smaller in number than their leftist counterparts but tend to be better trained, due to a relatively high proportion of their leadership being ex-military or law enforcement, as well as being able to pay mercenaries to provide training via donations from their well-off sponsors. Additionally, a small but notable portion of them are actually members of the Borodonian diaspora who have come to fight for their homeland.

Their political leader is, perhaps surprisingly, a woman. Andrea Acosta is the sole legitimate daughter of the dead king and a former officer in the Japan Self-Defense Forces, traits that make her a natural commander of the country's militant right.

Neutral Factions

The Free Church Of San Borondon: The Free Church is a folk Catholic denomination native to the island, combining mainstream Christian beliefs with practices from the indigenous tribes and certain aspects of traditional African beliefs. It is not in full communion with the mainstream Catholic Church. Key differences include the Free Church's belief in protector spirits (known as doux fantômes, or gentle ghosts) and animal sacrifice. The Free Church venerates the Holy Trinity but also pays respect to Saint Vera, a semi-legendary figure who became infamous for beheading ten Spanish soldiers in a single night. Vera is a symbol of Borondonian strength and national identity, and many believe that she blessed the island in its fight against both European colonizers and the Empire of Japan. It holds traditionally conservative views on family and faith, although in the tradition of Saint Vera many of its clergy are women.

The Free Church holds strong sway over San Borondon, and it can be a powerful political ally. The previous president was forced to resign in large part because he was castigated in sermons across the nation as being effeminate, decadent, and a traitor. It has largely supported General Cheung as a symbol of masculine strength and independence, but there's discontent on both ends. Some of Cheung's advisors consider the Church to be parasitical, leeching money and effort out of the populace in exchange for outdated rituals. Cheung himself likely concurs. On the other hand, powerful figures within the Church decry the Cheung regime as not being tough enough on societal rot and Western-imported values and indifferent to the suffering of the commoners.

Driving the wedge between the Church and State would be immensely difficult due to the historic distrust of outsiders, but success would be a huge boon to Daytrip.

Los Indios/Le Montagnards: The collective name for the indigenous tribes of San Borondon, the former from the Spanish who considered the residents of the island to be much the same as those of their American colonies, and the latter from the French, referring to their tendency to hole up in the central mountains. San Borondon's European, Native, and African populations have intermingled to such a degree that the majority of the population has indigenous heritage. In this instance, Montagnard and Indian refer to those people still living in tribes and villages separate from the more modern population centers. These people practice the same farming, hunting, and herding as they have for thousands of years, paying homage to the same deities they were honoring before sailing ships edged over the horizon. Some groups live in the lowlands and hills but many of them are scattered throughout the rainforests covering the Pequeños Pirineos.

Generally speaking, they're even more cautious of outsiders than the average San Borondian. Traditionally they're allowed to mind themselves as long as they don't interfere with the activities of the state, an arrangement often strained by conflict between native living spaces and heavy industry. Different tribes have different relationships with the Cheung regime and the Black Brigades/Campesinos, but generally speaking they are neutral parties. There is a tradition of mercenarism in the culture that can, in theory, be harnessed by Daytrip, but the Cheung regime has no qualms hiring them itself. Daytrip must be careful to avoid conflict with the Montagnards, as they know the terrain well enough to be a serious problem if angered.

Organized Crime: San Borondon is rife with criminal conspiracies, home-grown and foreign. It has long been a hub for smuggling of all sorts, the crowded capital city home to a wide variety of gangs vying for turf. Post-Heavenfall, the criminal element has only gotten larger, with members of various triads and cartels entering the country as part of the waves of refugees. Banditry plagues the roads outside the urban areas, fueled by poverty and lack of work. Many of the bandits have military experience, having deserted the Army with their guns and ammo.

The criminal element is largely controlled by General Cheung at the highest level, the big players making sure a cut of their profits makes its way to him and their violent activities are kept out of public view, but they're by no means loyal to anyone but themselves. For the most part Daytrip will be ignoring them, although they might need to be dealt with violently or otherwise.

Enemy Factions

The Armed Forces of San Borondon: Consisting of the Grand Army, Navy, Air Corps, and Special Operations Command, San Borondon's military is relatively small but well-trained and fairly capable. While it has limited experience in open warfare the Armed Forces have spent the decades since independence fighting one resistance or another, and most of its officers are battle-tested. The Army is naturally the largest component, with a sizable active and reserve force. The Navy and Air Corps are significantly smaller and primarily rely on surplus Cold War-era vehicles, lacking the capability to strike foreign targets and thus focusing on defending the island from pirates and other threats. The smallest branch is the Special Operations Command, which actually sees somewhat regular service overseas as part of joint operations with the NCAA.

As a whole, the Armed Forces are more loyal to San Borondon than they are Henri Cheung himself. While years of conflict have ensured that there is plenty of hate for both the Black Brigades and Los Campesinos, it is hoped that once Cheung is deposed the military leadership will be willing to work with the new government (if only to secure their safety and pay).

Special Rural Police: Commonly known as the Rurales, the SRP is a paramilitary organization descended from colonial-era mounted police. Like the Armed Forces they are often in combat with anti-government forces but also are responsible for dealing with bandits, hostile tribespeople, and other forms of civil unrest. They're armed with a variety of civilian and military weapons, some dating back to the Second World War, and lack any organized uniform outside of a simple armband with SRP emblazoned on it. Individual members typically cobble together fatigues of whatever pattern they can obtain.

Unlike the Armed Forces, it's unlikely that they'll be able to coexist with the post-Cheung government. The Rurales were reorganized soon after the General took power, converting them into a sort of imperial guard personally loyal to him. Members are not paid a regular salary but are granted multiple privileges, including the authority to confiscate money and property from suspects and immunity from civilian prosecution. They receive regular cash bonuses, and their officers make sure to raise morale by organizing celebrations with plenty of alcohol. All told, the Rurales are disorganized and less skilled than their regular Army counterparts, but they're motivated by both greed and patriotism, and there are a lot of them.

High Value Targets

Henri Cheung: The general-turned-dictator of San Borondon, and its longest-lasting leader since gaining independence. Cheung has a militant background; the son of a French-descended businesswoman and a Cantonese slave laborer brought in by the Japanese, his parents were involved in the uprising against the Japanese army. His mother used her shop as a staging ground for rebels and coordinated with other women to smuggle explosives, and his father led his fellow slaves against the guards (using a stolen bayonet to gut the officer overseeing his work detail). Their notable service led to them being respected in post-independence Borondon, and thus Henri was granted the opportunity to become a military cadet.

He excelled in training and was earmarked to serve as a liaison officer in the British Army upon his commissioning, taking the opportunity to study both English literature and world history. Upon returning to San Borondon, he quickly promoted through the ranks, impressing his superiors with his skills as a commander and in logistics. Although young, His natural aptitude combined with his popularity among the men made him a threat to the then-king of San Borondon, Cristóbal. Cheung was accused of being a part of the plot to overthrow the monarchy and was thrown in prison where he was starved and regularly beaten. He refused to give up any of his collaborators, and upon Cristóbal's execution he was freed by and promoted to Major-General.

Hardened by his experiences and already ambitious, Cheung set about shoring up support for himself among the island's elite. Seizing upon rumors surrounding his political rival President Owen Granger's sexuality and loyalty during the War of Independence, Cheung played a hand in forcing Granger to resign, quickly installing himself as permanent leader.

Since then he's ruled San Borondon with an iron fist.

Kitty Cheung: Daughter of Henri Cheung, and major financier of the regime. Kitty is highly educated, having a degree in finance from Cambridge and a juris doctorate from Stanford. She spent much of her adult life working overseas as a corporate lawyer and hedge fund manager, and was accused multiple times of either masterminding or being involved with schemes to defraud the public. Nothing stuck however, and Kitty gained a reputation for being able to make huge returns for her clients quickly. This led to her fraternizing with the elite of the business world, and her Rolodex can rival anyone's.

After the Heavenfall, she returned to San Borondon to work directly for her father. She manages his personal cash flow, taking the bribes and protection money paid to him by various parties and investing it overseas in business ventures that are expected to boom and bust. She's accused of market manipulation, insider trading, and outright sabotage, and if she goes down, Henri loses most of his overseas assets.

Hugo Cheung: Henri's son and youngest child. Unlike his older sister Hugo is neither particularly subtle nor educated; he has a Doctorate of Humanities from San Borondon University but it's an honorary degree bestowed purely to curry favor. While Kitty was off studying and working her way up in the professional world he was busy partying with his entourage and raising hell for people who angered him. There are multiple instances where Hugo beat someone to death, and at least ten people have been murdered on his orders after upsetting him. He's violent, sadistic, and untouchable.

But he is shrewd, and charismatic when he wants to be. He's something of a playboy and a darling of the gossip columns, being spotted at fashion shows and on private beaches with all manner of celebrities. To the wider world, Hugo is a charmingly dim-witted patron of the arts with a love of beautiful women and blow, an effective cover for someone running a drug trafficking ring. To impress his father Hugo (likely assisted by a megacorp) personally funded the construction of industrial-grade chemical laboratories to produce huge quantities of opiates, methamphetamine, and party drugs such as MDMA. These are sold in bulk at low prices to his drug lord associates, flooding both North America and East Asia with narcotics. Removing him would cut off a source of funding for the Cheung regime as well striking a blow at international criminality.

Patrice Fortuño: Commander of the San Borondon Special Forces, handpicked for the role by General Cheung. Born into abject poverty, Patrice joined the army to escape starvation. By chance, General Cheung spotted him on a visit to the training camp and was impressed by his ferocity in combat exercises. He handpicked Fortuño as his favorite soldier, ensuring he was given as much tutoring as was required before placing him in the officer's academy. His drive and inclination for combat made him a natural fit to lead the nation's commando forces, and under Fortuño they have made a name for themselves fighting internal enemies as well as in overseas operations.

Fortuño is loyal above all else. Elements of the Black Brigades once tried to bribe him into assisting with assassanting General Cheung in return for a position of power in the new government, an offer he pretended to respond favorably to before personally leading a raid on the planners' compound and executing those who survived the initial firefight. He's also quite good at his job, unfortunately. Fortuño was trained at the School of the Americas and went through Ranger School, taking part in special operations attached to American and British SOF in the Gulf War. He knows how to fight an unconventional war, and once Operation Daytrip becomes known he's likely to involve himself personally.

Simón Aguilar: An aerospace engineer with a doctorate in physics and a strong grounding in chemistry, Dr. Aguilar studied at the Academy of Sciences of the Soviet Union as part of a technical assistance program. There his interest turned to rocketry and propulsion systems, inspired by the Space Race and the rise of the ICBM era. He was bright but not particularly motivated (evaluation records suggest that he had been reprimanded multiple times for tardiness, twice due to sleeping in after a night drinking), and he nearly lost his slot at the school. Nevertheless he managed to graduate and upon returning to his home country he found a job as the chief engineer at a heavy machinery plant. Aguilar's efficiency caught the eye of the regime, and he was rewarded after years of diligent labor with a promotion.

Post-Heavenfall, Aguilar has been working in his favored field. Intelligence suggests that General Cheung is looking to hugely enhance San Borondon's offensive capabilities by investing in missile technology. He already has access to ballistic missiles (mostly relatively short-range Scuds, although he might have access to intermediate or even long-range weapons systems with the collapse of so many militaries and the disappearance of much of their armories), but it's believed that he's put Simón to work on developing home-grown weapon systems. This would lessen San Borondon's reliance on foreign supplies and present a threat to N/UN naval forces in the event of conflict between it and the NCAA. In a worst-case scenario, Aguilar's team develops intercontinental capabilities, giving a dangerous regime the ability to strike targets in Europe, Asia, and the Americas. This cannot be allowed to happen, and thus Aguilar needs to be converted or killed.

Camilia Hagos: The long-time girlfriend of Hugo, an accomplished model, actress, and general media darling. Of Ethiopian-Cuban descent, Camilia grew up in poverty. It was only due to a chance meeting with a photographer that she got her start in modeling, and she seized the opportunity with strength born out of deprivation. She pivoted her fashion career into a film one, receiving modest acclaim for her acting and developing a legion of fans. Hagos mastered the art of selling something, be it an item or an idea, and it's that talent that makes her useful to the Cheung regime.

She fell into a long-term relationship with Hugo, and at some point she was put to work introducing the right people to the Cheungs and selling San Borondon as the perfect place to visit and invest in. She helps whitewash the regime, covering up crimes beneath layers of high-society glamor and cultured elegance. Anytime an unpleasant story sneaks out, she's the one who makes sure it gets buried. It's suspected that her loyalty is coerced at least as much as it is bought; she never leaves the island without a team of security loyal to Hugo.

OOC

This RP is set in @Rhona W's Heavenfall setting, an alternate history where the Cold War continued up through the 90s before the world was hit by multiple meteorites causing immense destruction and the reshaping of the geopolitical landscape. You can read through the primer he wrote Here, but the key information is the section on the New United Nations. You'll be playing as a member of an elite secret task force put together by the N/UN for the purpose of removing an unfriendly dictator from power in a covert operation. Your character does not have to be from the N/UN or a friendly nation (having a wide variety of nationalities on the team makes it easier to disavow) but you have some sort of elite military, intelligence, or law enforcement experience and are considered trustworthy. There is no space on the team for people who have only worked as mercenaries or are unable to function as part of a unit, every part of the whole needs to be rock solid.

The tone will be largely serious and sometimes dark, but with room for levity. I don't intend for it to be nonstop action, there'll be periods of downtime for character interaction and whatnot. This story is largely unrelated to the Heavenfall RPs already ongoing, although there may be some references here and there.

The Rules

• Don't be a dick. Seriously. It's the most important one.
• GM has the final word. Obviously I’m going to hear out your suggestions and include them where fitting, but no is no.
• Try and post once a week, once every two is workable. Any less than that and I reserve the right to puppet, injur, or kill off your character as needed to keep things moving. If something comes up where you can’t post that’s fine, just tell me so I can write around you.
• This is a mature game, but the 18+ is for language and violence not smut. If it comes up, fade to black. Basically, don't break the Guild's rules.
• Match the tone. Your characters are all professionals undertaking a dangerous mission, you should be able to act as adults and work as a team. No lone wolves, no one too maverick to last in a chain of command. In terms of gear you're free to equip yourself as you see fit and should feel free to take things that are prototypical irl or simply uncommon, but no meme guns (deagles, swords, range toys, etc.). When in doubt, read the setting guide and ask.

Additional Disclaimer

This section ties into rule 1 from the above header, but I felt it warranted its own chunk. This RP and the setting its based in, while clearly different from reality, are heavily based on the real world. There will be political themes in this RP, and I leave it to you how your character reacts to them. Keep any drama IC; there will be low tolerance for out-of-character bickering.

The Technology

It's covered in-depth in the setting primer, but generally speaking technology consists of more advanced versions of what existed in real-2014 than anything fantastically science fiction. No lasers, no cybernetic limbs with weapons hidden inside them, artificial intelligence is fairly widespread but far from being truly intelligent. Many of the major advancements in the setting relate to manufacturing, vehicles, and vehicle-based weaponry and thus are outside the scope of this RP.

When you're picking your gear, choose weapons/equipment that existed by 2014 and was feasibly suited to military usage (even if it was only prototypical in real life.) Uncommon items are encouraged, outdated or impossible ones are banned. A REC7 or Vepr would be great choices, an Stg 44 or a laser rifle would not work.

Character Sheet

Name: Self-explanatory

Callsign: What you'll be referred to as when in the field. Typically based on a character trait or incident that stuck, often somewhat embarrassing and almost always bestowed by other people.

Age: Number and DOB. Minimum age is 25, and being as experienced as you are the odds are good that you're older than that.

Gender: Self-explanatory

Nationality: For ease of reference, this refers to the country you were born and grew up in. Your home might be some petty warlord's personal kingdom, but list what it used to be called.

Role in Team: It's assumed that everyone can shoot, drive, perform first and do all the other tasks that the work involves with a basic degree of competency. This is your specialization, the reason you in particular were singled out for Operation Daytrip. Demolitions, combat driving, and being a pointman are all examples. Overlap is fine.

Appearance: An image or a description, or even better, both. Illustrations are preferred, but nothing overly anime. No spiky or weirdly colored hair (unless, of course your character is dyeing it)

Bio: An overview of your life. Where you're from, where you grew up, the events that led you to join this merry band, all that jazz.

Analysis: An addendum to your biography, essentially summarizing what made you worth recruiting. Your skills, your attitude, any particular areas of expertise, what do you bring to the table?

Service History: A timeline of your military/police/intelligence/PMC activities from whenever you began to the present day. This can be as simple as a bullet list.

Primary Weapon: Your main weapon, some sort of long gun (rifle, submachine gun, shotgun, etc.) and any attachments it has. Include any alternates you might use in different circumstances. Operators may request any firearm deemed capable, but are strictly forbidden from bringing personal weapons so as to simplify the process of covertly ferrying them to where they need to be.

Sidearm: Your secondary weapon, typically a handgun.

Ammunition: Any alternate ammo types you might use.

Other Equipment: Body armor, other types of weapons, specialized tools, anything you'd carry into a mission not covered by the above

Family And Notable Acquaintance: Important people in your life

Miscellaneous Details: Anything worth noting not covered by the above

Standard Kit

The following items are given to all members of Daytrip, although they are free to request different models as long as they meet operational requirements.

• FAST Helmet with L-3 GPNVG-18 night vision and IR strobe
• SPCS plate carrier with level IV plates
• General Service Respirator
• Sordin Supreme MIL CC headset and Personal Role Radio
• Suunto Core watch
• Rugged military tablet