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Post by Jeryen on Jun 11, 2008 17:30:12 GMT -5
John looked at Zach, with a frown, this man was beyond mean, he was a down right prick. After telling everyone to shush, he decided to say a little bit about himself. He let out a sigh and said towards Leo.
"Greetings, my name is John Sira, I was picked up by M.I.S.T after they discovered my ability to create fire and my weapon's training as a mercenary."
He then snapped his fingers, creating a small flame to show everyone and snapped it again to disintegrate it. he then said to everyone.
"I also hope to see what everyone can do on the battlefield and perhaps become good allies and friends while we are here"
(sorry for the short post, gotta head for school now)
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Post by Mikey on Jun 12, 2008 6:03:20 GMT -5
(Ok everyone, try to remember to post only twice in between the story post's. I will now start labeling them as such to avoid confusion. Mostly my own...) Marv walked to the empty table in the firing range and set down his case. He punched the code into the electronic keypad, and the several locks opened. He opened the lid of the case and looked at its contents. It was then that he turned back to Elijha. "You cant really intrude on something you would have found out anyway. Yes, I got saddled with the position." His two weapons were there, as well as all the ammo he carried for them. After a moment of thought, he grabbed the gun in the top part of the case. The Thompson was light in his hands. Only because it wasnt loaded. He grabbed the front pistol grip and snapped it into place on the front of the gun. The drum magazine was next. He snapped it into place and cocked the gun. Holding it by the back handle and resting it on his shoulder, he walked to one of the stalls. Pushing a button, he was asked what level he wanted to do. He pressed one and shouldered the sub-machine gun. Marv had no trouble whatsoever hitting the targets. A burst of two to three shots took them out, and when all 50 targets passed, he still had a round or two left. He looked at the screen that told him he got a perfect score and muttered "But of course..." STORY POST Everything that everyone was doing was cut off by an alarm blaring. The small man came running from his office, looking a bit flustered. "Listen up everyone! There has been an NMC sighting. Downtown. The Akropolis Tower. SWAT has gone in, but they havent checked in. We intercepted this last transmission, timed four minutes ago." The man held up a small tape recorder and hit play. "Alpha unit checking in. We're at the top floor, getting ready to enter main lobby." A crashing sound could be heard in the backround. "Door's breached. Main lobby seems to be empty. Wait...what the hell is that!" From then on, various yells and screams could be heard from the SWAT officers, automatic gunfire rang out, and inhuman roars filled the microphone. After several seconds of this, the transmission went dead. The man pushed stop on the tape recorder and looked at everyone. "Get going. All of you, get there, see what kind of NMC's could decimate a whole SWAT team, and take them out." --------------------------------------------------
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Post by Reaper on Jun 12, 2008 6:18:48 GMT -5
As Marvin finished firing off his automatic weapon, Elijha was nearly deafened by the sound of the alarm. It echoed threw the once silent firing range. She looked up at Marvin before opening the door just in time to hear the voice recording. She tilted her head a bit in thought before turning back to Marvin. "Looks like you have your first mission to lead," she said lightly as she stood at the door waiting for him. Her eyes drifted back to her new team mates, a frown playing upon her lips as she looked them over. Two she knew well to be humans, only from their actions. Though one was a lot worse than the other, but it was to be expected.
Humans who knew who they were and what they were . . . it was like another battle of the race. To be shunned because people feared or didn't understand what they were. It was only natural . . . it was human nature, and to her she was still human. She had a heart, she breathed, talked, eat, and even had emotions. As much if not more than what the average human had. Bitting her bottom lip her mind drifted to thought as she realized how difficult this was going to be. To get to trust one another as well as the abilities and even powers of each other. Elijha turned back to Marvin with a weak smile. "Looks like you may have your work cut out for you," she said lightly as she waited for him.
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Post by .Merios on Jun 12, 2008 12:52:24 GMT -5
Zach heard the man's orders and he nodded. He flipped the remote into his hand and depressed the power button. He stood up quickly and headed around the backside of the couch. He walked a few steps and grabbed his case which contained his sniper rifle. His right hand grasped the handle and he turned around, pulling it off the counter. He stopped mid-step and sighed.
"Name's Zach, Handgun Specialist and First Class Marksman- I trained as a Sniper in the Marines, and had two tours of duty before working for the New York Police Department.... That's all you'll get from me."
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Post by JazzBuddah on Jun 12, 2008 13:14:32 GMT -5
At the sound of the alarm, Specks jumped out of his pocket and darted into the van. Brent sighed lazily. "I...hate it when they do that. It's so noisey. I mean...I just woke up." He then walked overto his van with his hands in his pockets and yawned. He discovered he had morning breath. That alongside with wearing last nights cloths and having bed head he probably couldn't have looked more frazzled if he tried. Once taking his first step onto the vehicle he looked back. "My cars the slowest so I'll Take up the rear." He then slid the door shut, and got into the drivers seat. He adjusted the rearview mirror causing his Gorrilaz rubix cube to dangle on its string. A childs toy which he had completed in under an hour. He then turned the key and the engien came to life as he dialed in a selection on the cars MP3 player to play Bob Marley.
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Post by Bakuyu on Jun 12, 2008 15:46:28 GMT -5
Ryan had his gear in his bag, al ready, just needed to be put on. Ryan grabbed his bags, and went into the nearest bathroom, and changed into his bou shirt, and field pants, strapping on his holster, an dslipping his knee, and arm guards on after his shoulder plates. He secured his his vest, and walked back out, he was ready within 3 minutes. The rest of his gear was still in his bag, he could put the rest on on their way over there.
Among the chaos, Ryan heard a low voice, he turned, to see Zach talking. He could barely hear him with the alarm goin goff, but he knew what he was talking about.
"Where to, where are we going?"
Ryan was anxious, it'd been too long since the last time he'd seen action.
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Post by Jeryen on Jun 12, 2008 17:14:42 GMT -5
John heard the alarm rang, nodding his head as the small man gave out the new mission, he started making his way to the Garage, where his Motorbike and his other weapons were. Standing on the motorbike, he checked the two brown bags to see if his assault rifle and blades were there and easy to take out for when he needed them. Placing his helmet on, he heard Brent say that he would take the rear, he nodded and said to him.
"Fair enough, ill take the front and be a scout for the rest of the team then, since my motorbike will be the fastest."
John then looked at the door that lead into the garage, wondering who will pop out next and ready their vieacle for the mission they had just been given.
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Post by Reaper on Jun 12, 2008 18:01:34 GMT -5
Elijha looked up at Marvin and smiled. "My helmet has a built in communication system, a long with a whole lot of other things. Since I don't have access to my hands a lot, my foster father had it designed for me. Just for this. My bike may also appear to be a 600, but like my helmet it has been tweaked out as well." She nodded her head slightly before turning. "Sir you give the orders, and don't worry I'll follow them to the T," she said as she walked outside just in time to hear the man who called himself John gloat about his bike. She grinned a bit not doubting that it was fast. Tilting her head as she walked up to her own, unlocking her helmet from the side. Her eyes gazing up to him as they shifted to a faint silver before returning to normal. "You suck you know that."
She grinned widely as she placed the helmet on her head and looked back to him. "Besides it's best to keep together if anything. We'll both take front unless our leader dictates other wise," she said as she looked back at Marvin. Placing her key in the gear she turned it, and then hit the start switch. Within seconds her bike was rumbling withing the garage. Twisting the gas as she revved the engine up to about 5 a couple of time before letting it settle. Her eyes gazing to John as she nodded in his direction, before climbing on the bike, and waiting for everyone else.
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Post by .Merios on Jun 12, 2008 19:16:44 GMT -5
Zach moved out the door and headed to his '67 Impala- his baby. He fished around in his right pocket for his keys and finally grasped them. He made his way to the driver's side door. He stuck the key in and turned it, swinging the door open with the key. He leaned inside and sat his case in the passenger side floor board, moving his body in and sitting down. He slammed his door and stuck his key in the ignition. He started the car and threw the car in neutral, revving the engine. The roar from the old Muscle car was almost ear-shattering. His car was a beaut- he took very good care of it; a 440 big block has a lot of power to it, and his car needed to show it.
Before anyone even moved, he threw his car in reverse and pressed on the gas, roaring backwards loudly and screeching before throwing it in drive and speeding out of the garage, the sound of the engine echoing down the street and even more so into the garage. His car finally hit the street and he pulled a 90 degree turn to the right and roared away, his tires screeching as his car took to the street. Within seconds, he was hitting 60. The other members probably already began driving away, but he was already a few blocks down the road. When he got there, he would take orders. But in the mean time, he had to get there before everyone else and take up a position.
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Post by Mikey on Jun 12, 2008 21:06:03 GMT -5
"Showoff..." Marv muttered, watching Zach speed off in his little Impala. He poped his trunk and set the case back where it had started, under the floor board of the trunk. He closed it and turned to everyone who was still in the garage.
"Ok listen up. When we get there, park and gather up inside the police parimeter. I'll give further orders when we get there."
With that, he got into his car and drove up the ramp, into the streets. He reved up to 80 and drove toward the tower. He'd driven by it in the past and knew where to go.
(Ok, everyone post getting to the tower, parking, and meeting with the rest of the group.)
Marv pulled in the parking lot of the tower. It was packed with cars. Police, civilian, and news crews flodded the barricade line. The police trying to hold it, the civilians trying to get a look and the news crews trying to get a story.
He got out of the car and walked to his trunk. Again, he removed the case from the trunk. Walking to the parimeter line, he flashed his badge and told them to move. They did without hesitation.
Walking past all the people, he found the SWAT van and looked inside. It was empty. He set his case down and took off his coat. Inside, the first thing he took out was his vest. It was bullet and tear resistant, with pockets and places to put his ammo. He pulled out his Desert Eagle and slapped a clip into the handle. Cocking the gun, he slid it into the quickdraw type holster on his right hip. The extra clips for it went into a few loops on the left of the stomach area.
The shotgun came next. He cocked the pump back and slid a shell directly into the chamber. He pumped it forward and proceded to fill the under barrel magazine with shells. The rest of the shells in the case went into the four rows of shell holders on the vest. He put the strap of the shotgun over his head and around his shoulder, tightening it so it would sit flush against his back. The barrel reached the back of his neck.
The last gun he put together and loaded was the Thompson. The extra drum magazines were secured with straps to the back right of his vest. The weapon itself was leaned against the wall of the SWAT van until he was ready for it.
His knives came last. He put one in each boot and several along his belt. He had learned a long time ago that a knife was better than a gun in certain situations.
When he was done, he turned around and waited for the whole group to get there, get suited up, and ready to be briefed.
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Post by JazzBuddah on Jun 12, 2008 21:39:10 GMT -5
Brent pulled up next to the building and turned off the ignition. He reached up and pulled down his shotgun and then reached over for his mini-uzi. Next he grabbed hiss tech gear in a side bag and exited the vehicle. He instantly put down his tech shades and plugged them into his laptop which he opened and quickly began typing on.
"Ooookay. I've got building plans....accessing security cams." He was cutting through the buildings defences like butter. It wasn't even a contest. After pulling up the security cams he scrolled through them taking in every image. "Okay...Using the security cameras I've counted at least fifteen targets. Most of them are alpha class but there are three Shifters and I believe I saw a gremlin in there too." He then looked over at the captain. "There are at least five of them waiting in the main lobby. It might be dangerous. Should I find an alternate entrance?"
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Post by .Merios on Jun 12, 2008 22:46:54 GMT -5
(A '67 Impala is a freakin BOAT. Haha, check it out. It's an intimidatingly large muscle car.)
One bullet whistled sharply through the air silently, slicing through the glass pane doors and hitting one of the creatures in the lobby square in the middle of the face, above the mutated nose, sending it spiraling backwards onto the floor from the force of the bullet. One of the creatures nearby noticed activity and spun towards the outside, though, it couldn't tell what was going on- he had his silencer on. One more shot sliced through the air and struck the creature in it's stomach. Another bullet drill itself into the side of it's skull, dropping it in a pool of blood. One large rat creature sniffed the air and began running towards the door, one other unknown creature following. Zach zeroed in on a target nearby it- a very large file cabinet suspended on two legs. He smirked and lifted his aim and squeezed the trigger twice, two bullets knocking the file cabinet off of it's perch and sending it crashing into the two creatures, crushing them under the weight.
One last creature, he didn't know it's official name, but he knew how it looked and how it moved; he slung itself around on it's knuckles quickly. The creature screeched about and began pounding about the room in in a violent, feral state of confusion. Zach set his sights on the creature and sent one bullet into the right wrist of the creature just as it was about to move, sending it toppling to one side. He took this time to squeeze off two more shots, dropping it quickly. Zach stood up, swinging his rifle around to his back after flipping on the safety. He bent down and picked up a few spent casings with his gloves and shoved them in his pocket. He was in a windowsil across the street- it was a street-level house, but it was hidden by an overgrown bush in front of the window. He sighed and walked to the door to his left and swung it open with his left hand. He stepped out and headed towards the group. He noticed Marv and walked past him, nudging him in the shoulder with his own.
"It's clear. Lets not d*ck around."
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Post by Mikey on Jun 13, 2008 0:04:44 GMT -5
(Merios, pleas only post twice in between posts. I'll forgive this one since it kind of needed to be done to drive off and be here at the site, but remember it in the future. Its my way of knowing if everyone is up to date on the situation and keeping track of whos doing what.)
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Post by Jeryen on Jun 13, 2008 4:29:16 GMT -5
John watched as everyone started up and moving out. Turning on his motorbike, he sped along with the rest of the group. hoping to eliminate the creatures before they could start hurting innocents.
John then stopped at the front of the building, seeing everyone starting to place his guns on them, he decided to do the same. Pulling out his assault rifle from one of the bags, he slung it to his back after checking everything.
Next was his blades, that connected to each other, making it look like a steel pole, pulling them both out and twirling them a few times, he put them together again and placed them on his lower left leg.
Another was his shotgun, pulling it out, he twirled it once, checked the bullet inside it and slung it on his back, along with his assault rifle, he liked the shotgun, since it has helped him with many of the creatures that he had faced over his time after discovering his ability's.
Finally, he checked the two handguns on his hips, both seemed to be in working order and both of their laser sights were working, so he twirled them and put them in their holsters on his hips.
John then walked up to Marv, gave a small salute to him and said to him with a smile.
"John Sira reporting, whenever you are ready, I'm with you"
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Post by .Merios on Jun 13, 2008 5:00:23 GMT -5
(Um, this is twice in between posts. Are you seriously going by all of them? There are too many to keep track of.. I was going by when you post, which is usually when all standard rps go by- the original poster. =/ But alright, I guess i'll try your way. I've *never* done it this way though. Sorry if this sounded mean, I meant no offense.)
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