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Post by #+h3 M!$+3r P@r@d0x on Aug 25, 2008 17:13:11 GMT -5
Torture Room
Shiek Allan would move omniously through the red curtains down a long spiral flight of stairs. The stairs themeselves were decorated with clashing colors of red and green... smearing with dust and greasy substance from the couple of months without slaves around to clean the mess. The spiral would end directly into a small hallway, the hallway lead to just in from of a large iron clad door. Allan would twist a bar quickly to the left along with his " Greasy Key" and stare toward the door as he heard a simple clicking noise. The door would open.
Once the door opened, Allan would carefully tread into the room where he would stowe away and playfully torture his enemies or traitors. Todays special was a young man believed to be from United States Special Forces... The man was caught sneaking through the outside areas surrounding the "Ruins"... His company was tragically killed by a indirect attack from Allans own "Followers", the bodies hung around the complex as a warning sign to anything or anyone that would appear. Allan would have them removed once he heard if this event. But, nevertheless... he had the American to himself...
The American would be hanging from a series of chains attached to his neck, arms, and shoulders by a clamp and clasps. Razors would be attached to the Clasps, digging into the Americans flesh if he ever moved or decide to try and escape. The area below the American was a pitfall area, the pit's depth would eventually lead to a small area carved out by the Crude Oil Deposits that had dried up on that level years ago. Allan would take note that the prisoner must have tried to struggle, his left arm was ripped nicely... Crinsom liquid splattered against his body.
Allan would smirk while approaching, extending his arms wide in a slight twirl... clearly in a sociopathic manner. He would stop directly in front of the American, then fish for a Cigar. He would speak in a joyful manner, his smile sweeping across his face playfully.
" Ah! I see you are still hanging around. You took my advice that breaking loose from my little toy would lead to you 'downfall'... But, you cease to amaze me, American. Had it not been for your status with the American government... You would be dead..."
A bloody speech gurgeled from the Americans mouth...
" Wh... What is this place...."
Allan would walk toward the door yet again with his voice trailing off...
" Unfortuanately, one of you means more will appear... I'm going to leave now and allow you to do the same. But, not exactly how you would want to... my friend..."
Allan would unroll the cigar to show that a medicine-like capsule in located at the tip. The capsule would be held in his index finger and thumb as he approached the hoisted American. With a sick smile covering his face, he would place the pill in the Americans mouth. The American would struggle slightly before he realized something was not right. The American would stare at Allan with a gruesome glare...
" Ha... ha... ha... Now the fun will begin. You are now a servant of the "Great Gift"... That capsule that was placed inside your mortal body will give you limitless power over time. But... You will become a phenom in which this realm has never seen. I have never placed so much of the "Gift" in one individual... Consider yourself blessed to become the first person to recieve a "Unhealthy" dose of the "Gift"... Soon you will return to a pure stage and ressurect as a complete servant of the "Great Being"..."
Allan would stand to the direct left of the pit... then move toward a series of cranks and pull a pin to the pitfall mechanism. The chains would rattle slightly as the American screamed in agony... the pain must have been intolerable as Allan watched him black out. Blood seemed to steadily flow from the American... Dripping down deep into the Near Abyss of the pit.
" Soon... Your blood shall be pure... You need not blood of the mortals..."
Allan cautiously moved toward the door and then turned toward the American. He knew that someone would eventually come after him... They would collect data on th missing person and try to connect his parties going missing to the evidence behind the W.M.D.'s that the puppet Saddam was hiding... Allan would make sure that anyone who found the "Gift" would be immediately killed or better... become a unwilling slave to the " Great Beings Gift"...
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Post by thegunny on Aug 28, 2008 18:13:28 GMT -5
OOC: Not leaving yet, but this will give us something to do while waiting on rising Star
Wallace's headset buzzed and out came the words
PLATOON! MOUNT UP!
Wallace immediately snaps to, straightening up and stepping away from his Humvee, starting to echo the orders into his headset and barking out loudly
PLATOON! ALL UNITS! MOUNT UP! INTO YOUR DESIGNATED VEHICLES! DOUBLE TIME IT! I WANT THESE VEHICLES FIRED UP AND READY TO GO 5 MINUTES AGO!
Wallace immediately started jogging down the line of humvees pointing at men and vehicles barking out for them to hurry up, banging on the sides of Humvee's if the men inside(if any) weren't waking the f**k up and getting ready to deploy. Wallace added to all of it
IN THE INFINITELY WISE WORDS OF R. LEE ERMEY, AKA GUNNERY SERGEANT HARTMAN, FULL METAL JACKET ---- DROP YOUR C**KS AND GRAB YER SOCKS!
Wallace didn't know where the captain was, or where the reporter was, but they were just ordered to mount up, so they probably were heading out sometime soon. Even if not, orders were orders...
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Post by thegunny on Aug 30, 2008 13:46:57 GMT -5
(OOC: Double postingggg....
Justin Wallace
Wallace sprinted back down from one end of the convoy back towards the lead, but slowing down as he began to approach the middle vehicle--- Captain Brown's command Humvee---- and stopped, sticking his head through the rear right open window looking across the vehicle past the technical sergeant seated at Chief master sergeant Taylor, who by rank was Wallace's counterpart in the air force. Except, for the fact that Taylor was here to be in charge of the communications section instead of fighting like Wallace. Wallace personally preferred having the force recon operative for his radio man that was riding in the Humvee behind the lead Humvee, just because he knows how to fight. Ron "D.A.S.H" Taylor had been grounded several years ago for negligent actions from the cockpit of his F-16, and ever since then had been stuck working with the "Ground pounders". The "Brilliant" Taylor still hated that, and he hated even more that his call sign/nickname still stuck to him now that he was groundside and not airborne. Named "D.A.S.H"---- Dumb ass stabbed himself. Because he did. Wallace speaks up
Hey, Dash, where's the captain, we're all ready and waiting!
Taylor looked over at Wallace sourly, saying loudly as he tries to hide his displeasure at being called by his aw-too-popular nickname and by a mud-marine
...New reporter.... Shes having to be briefed.
Wallace blinked and pulled his head out of the Humvee after saying thanks, jogging back to the front of the convoy surprised that such a sudden change in their press Attache had happened. ----------------------------- Captain Brown stopped running--- he had sprinted all the way to the command center once he had met up with Feng and she told him there was a switch in the journalists. Feng had been replaced and Feng would merely be staying back on the C.C covering it from here, and forwarding information released by the headquarters to the public. He slowed to a jog as he stopped at the door leading to the command center from the hallway and typed his pass code in, then stepping through the heavy blast door.
General Rafael looked up, having just finished briefing Camellia Robinson, and focused on Captain Brown, who apparently by his breathing had just had a long run. Brown stood at attention and snapped a sharp salute, Rafael returning the salute. Both of the men return their hands to their sides as Rafael speaks up
Captain Brown, just in time. I just finished briefing Ms.Robinson(Refer to page 1) on the situation. Sorry, this is very last minute Captain. I hope you can forgive for what ever inconveniences this may have caused. I'm sure it will be fine from here on in
Brown nods, always having been the quiet-professional-obedient kind who got the job done and only spoke when spoken to or with a purpose in mind
Sir yes sir. I'm sure sir. The men are waiting sir.
Rafael nods and looks at Ms.Robinson
Any questions before you leave?
(OOC: As said, refer to page one briefing, Rafael will basically have given the same briefing)
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Post by Cool Breeze on Aug 30, 2008 14:20:55 GMT -5
Vanessa sighed and shifted her body and rested her feet on the floor. Cramped up in the small seat, her M16A4 resting business end up on the floor between her legs, overall she looked like a puffed up desert colored hamster trapped in a shot glass. Vanessa giggled out loud at the thought, and rested her head on the door frame as they waited for the Captain to come back.
(OOC: Sorry for the short post, had to get something in xD)
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Post by therisingstar on Aug 30, 2008 21:45:06 GMT -5
Countless hours of searching the internet—who would have ever thought a zillion websites of American and Islamic propaganda would have her in what was currently the most exciting event of her life. “Any questions before you leave?” General Rafael asked her in that famously brisk, military voice of his.
Camelia smiled at him, fiddling with her pen nimbly with her elegant fingers. “No—I don’t think so,” she laughed lightly, dropping the pen deftly upon the desk. It made a tinny, clanking noise, which strangely enough resounded through the entire room. “Everything’s been explained fine. Perfectly.” Another smile.
Though news on the current American project had reached her weeks ago, Camelia knew the facts and figures of the war—and the supposedly existing W.M.D.’s—there had been points during writing her main article when she would be recording every single news show appearing on TV about the case while flicking through site after site via the internet. She really was obsessed.
She was so glad to be added to the unit, to the divisions, it was really what she needed—a true understanding of what was going on. Somehow being curled up on the couch while penning down points from the TV about going-on’s in the middle east didn’t make her feel particularly valuable to the case. Her first, and only, article had turned heads; sure. But still there was something missing…
The speech General Rafael had given her, was inspirational. Yes, he had called it a briefing, but parts of it had drifted down to emotional messes that had Camelia silently awed. Still—a speech, a speech. This was going to be the real thing. “I’m ready to go,” Camelia said, getting up, shouldering her shoulder-bag into a comfortable position, before following Captain Brown to the door ending the command centre.
Bidding goodbye to the might General Rafael, Camelia traipsed after Captain Brown, thinking over what she had to do and what was going on. Divisions, convoys; it was all a military mess of vocabulary, but she felt she had a good grip on what was going on. Apparently she had replaced a more media-savvy journalist, the famous Rebecca Feng herself, who was staying back at the headquarters to relay information to the general public.
If she chose to, Camelia thought, this could be what would make her one of the top journalists of all time… if she wanted that to happen. Somehow the idea of being unknown for just that little bit longer, before her documentary went out—before becoming a huge name—appealed to her.
“So,” Camelia smiled at Captain Brown—a quiet, sturdy looking guy—, “to the ‘convoy’?”
(OOC: Not sure what the convoy looks like – so I left that up to you guys.)
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Post by thegunny on Aug 31, 2008 2:32:25 GMT -5
OOC: Last post for the night... tired.... Brown looks over his shoulder and nods, saying in his same professional-low but loud-enough-clear tone
To the convoy. Maybe. You never know what last minute changes the bureaucrats on capital hill make... I'm still thinking we might all the sudden be put into helicopters and sent into town on a black hawk down mission.
Brown kept walking, making his way back down the hallways towards the exit when suddenly his headset buzzed from its place on his tactical vest. Brown stuck his helmet, which had been in his hand prior, underneath his arm pit as he put his headset on quickly and listened into the headset reporting he was there. He listened for a few moments before he mumbled
Last minute changes... a good one at least.... least we'll have A.P.C's trailing now.
Brown left it at that and exited the facility, walking out double doors out into the blazing Iraqi sun in the melting desert heat, putting his helmet on top of his head, leaving his command arms accessories converted AK-47 slung over his pack as he glanced over and saw who he was looking for ------------------------------------------- Wallace had just been heading on his way back to the front of the convoy when he suddenly got a buzz on the radio towards the rear again, from an army weapons specialist.
'Ey, Master Gunnery Sergeant, you best come back here and get ear 'tection for your Humvee! That Gaauaa's(GAU-19) a heartless gal!
Wallace stopped jogging, slowing to a walk before turning around, a little annoyed. He'd have jogged up and down the length of the "Convoy" two and three quarters times by the time he got back to the lead vehicle. But, once he thought about that .50 caliber Gatling gun able to fire 2000 rounds in a minute firing on full auto....
Affirmative, have em ready for me when I get there Smith!
Wallace started to jog, not sprint, at a comfortable pace back to the back of the convoy when out of his peripheral vision he saw two people stepping out of the command center heading towards the convoy. Wallace slowed down right as he heard the familiar booming voice that surprisingly was able to come from the quiet Captain Brown
WALLACE! FRONT AND CENTER!
Wallace turned and stopped jogging towards the back of the convoy, starting to jog back now towards the captain. The captain kept walking forward towards him at a leisurely pace, making Wallace do even more work. Wallace silently cursed officers, even though he respected Brown, before he came to stand at attention and salutes Brown
Sir?
Brown returns the salute before turning and pointing towards Camelia
She's replacing Feng for our press Attache in the raid, Camelie Robinson. That means she'll be in the front vehicle... which is where you're supposed to be right now marine. You running for a cancer cure Wallace?
Wallace resists the urge to blink and says, trying to stay true to his Jokester smarta** attitude without getting screwed over for insubordination by playing dumb
I didn't know thats why we wore ear mufflers at the firing range, sir. I was running to get ear phonesfor my Humvee. Has anyone told the ACS(American cancer society) that we------- ?
Brown stares at him before growling, cutting off his comment about earphones being a cure for cancer
Get your headsets and then get back to your position before I kick your punt your a** all the way there Master gunnery Sergeant!
Wallace knew that Brown was just giving him a hard time to be an a** there, because there were subtle differences in tone for him that it takes time to get to learn as you get to know him. If he growled, he wasn't genuinely angry, if he barked out, he was dead series and you better do what ever he said exactly on time exactly as instructed right down to the tiniest detail, even if it was foot race around the world in 80 minutes not 80 days.
Sir yes sir!
Brown realized he had forgotten something and added as an after thought
And get the reporter to her post too! And we're having 3 National guards strykers shadowing our unit too!
Wallace repeated sir yes sir again, as he continued on running to the rear of the convoy to get the ear protection from Corporal Smith, glancing over his shoulder and looking back as he slows down to make sure the reporter was tagging along. She'd better be in enough shape to run the length of this convoy, cause if not, that could cause some problems along the way....Wallace held in his silent complaints about having to run so much in such hot weather in all this gear just to get some friggin ear protection, and resisted the urge to wipe some sweat trickling down his forehead
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Post by Mikey on Aug 31, 2008 9:36:53 GMT -5
Mikey leaned to his side, his elbow resting on the roof of the hummvee and his face resting on his fist. It was for show, yes, but he was honestly bored. First they were waiting on the captain, then the reporter, now the freaking gunny. He was getting a bit irratable.
"Man... At this rate, them missles are gonna expire before we get there. We're gonna be collecting social security." He muttered. He wished he had brought his I-Pod. He was craving some kind of music. But no. All he had were a pair or stupid yellow ear plugs. In fact, the only item he had on him that didnt serve a military purpose were his cigarettes. And right now, he wanted on.
He looked around, mainly for Rapael, before putting the filter into his mouth and lighting it with his zippo. He took a deep drag and held it close to his stomach, ready to grind it into his vest if need be. IPT was bad, and he really didnt want to see what was going to come AFTER the IPT. Probably something like refilling all the sandbags within a hundred miles with a fork.
When he was done with the smoke, he tossed it over the side, on the driver's side. He highly doubted that anyone would see it, and if they did, they had to be anal. The "toilet trained at gunpoint" kind of anal.
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Post by thegunny on Aug 31, 2008 17:24:37 GMT -5
OOC
TAKE NOTICE! I just realized I got the date in the original post wrong. IT IS NOT January 2008. Its January 2009. Bush is only going to be president for the next week or so in the RP, but he still is. The same government is still in power as would be in 2008.
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Post by #+h3 M!$+3r P@r@d0x on Sept 2, 2008 17:40:24 GMT -5
Video Communications Room
Allan would step into the heavily lit room just up the stairs from the torture room to his immediate left after passing three steel doors. He would waste little time opening the door to the room marked... " Video Monitoring..." and step inside. With a quick shuffle of movement... Allan was easily inside the room and taking notice of the monitors lined up on the north wall...
One of the monitors showed a pretty unexplainable picture of raw material in action, the "Carriers" were becoming much stronger than before. The sight showed a few of the infected creatures loading weapons somewhere in the lower region of the City. If a picture was worth a thousand words... this video feed would indeed be priceless. This was indeed a gift of the " Great Being" for these... these... "Puppets" to be able to wield weapons while keeping their nearly unstoppable forms... Allan was nearly speechless... They were picking up Ak-47's... And although Allan was not sure if they could aim and fire... This was enough for them to be able to mimic humans enough for stand-in's... as long as they did not resort back to the more "Primal" attack pattern.
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Post by thegunny on Sept 4, 2008 16:37:16 GMT -5
Wallace quickly finished gathering the headsets with the reporter and jogged back down the long line of Humvee's---- Stryker A.P.C's in infantry carrier variant---- starting to form up near the end of the convoy themselves. Wallace and Robsinson were at the lead Humvee in a few moments. Wallace opened the passenger-side door and reached across the front-interior of the Humvee to hold out a headset for the Driver. Wallace quickly says in a hurried yet casual, powerful and commanding tone
I want everyone on the point vehicle to have ear protection on, Gunner or not! When S**t hits the fan the last thing we need to worry about is having to deal with ruptured ear drums! I can hardly hear as it is myself with all this ear wax!
The driver grumbles and nods, reaching out and taking the headset and putting it on beneath his helmet and the earphones over his headset. Wallace leaned back out of the Humvee and reached over the top of the Humvee, forcing the headphones into the hands of Mikey as he forces the headphones into the hands of Robinson. He then again leans back into the Humvee and hands two more headphones to the medic sitting in the back, Vanessa, saying short crisp but imperatively
use one, hand the other to our combat engineer in the far back
Wallace steps back from the Humvee, walking to the right of the lead of the convoy until he could be seen all down to the end, starting to make pre-determined hand signals that all Driver's and vehicle commanders(Including him) had been assigned to learn(Or memorize). These were in addition to the normal although varied close combat tactical hand signals commonly seen or butchered. He signaled that the lead vehicle was ready and standing by for the order to advance as planned. When he was down, Wallace swiftly walked back to the Humvee and climbed back inside, sitting down in the passenger seat quietly shutting the up-armored Humvee door, picking up and setting his Alexander arms Grendel 6.5 AR-15 on his lap. He grins childishly as he glances up towards the roof of the Humvee interior, saying to Mikey, not sure if he could be heard, wanting to finish off their conversation from earlier
Hey, Mike, one last thing. Remember, its not about having a big gun. Its how you use it.
Wallace keeps grinning as he looks in the right side mirror, waiting for either a hand signal, or for the captain to give the order through the radio, hoping that he wouldn't regret the crude joke in present company. He also quietly kept to himself the realization that the response to it could very well set the tone for the rest of the mission. He knew of a couple times where one bad joke or a snappish response ruined things for a long, long time.
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Post by Cool Breeze on Sept 4, 2008 21:09:56 GMT -5
Vanessa mumbled quietly to herself as the Gunny handed her a communication set. She handed the 2nd to the Engineer behind her, and quickly attached hers to the side of her ear. Quietly, she mumbled again, resting her head back on the door frame.
She was thinking, or was. Almost meditating. She always did this before a major outing. Although it was rare for her to accompany a larger convoy like this, the list of Corpsmen with as much field experience as her was slim. Why she was embedded with this unit she wasn't really sure, most likely because of her experience. Most Corpsmen only had a bit of actual combat experience, and equally as little field experience to be frank. It was sheer luck she'd been involved in a longer-term firefight than most, though not completely unexpected.
Aside from the obvious danger, most times search teams or patrols came under fire. Thats where many medics really got their first tastes of combat. Though in comparison to most other Marines, Vanessa had considerably little field combat experience, though that wasn't her job. Either way, quietly thinking to herself was how she prepared for it. Some just talked with buddies, some wrote home, some read letters or played cards, and some just silently stared off to the horizon. In the long list of Marine Corps Solutions to Everyday Life, there were no mentions on how to prepare for a big outing, where combat, and as a result combat casualties, were highly expected.
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Post by Mikey on Sept 5, 2008 2:56:52 GMT -5
"Whatever you gotta tell yourself..." Mikey muttered, and put the headsets on. He was glad that someone had remembered them, especially since he was going to be closest to the loudest weapon in their particular hummvee. Now that everyone was here, or so he was pretty sure, they could take off. Just waiting on orders.
Mikey stayed quiet, waiting for the order to come in. He may have been a joker in combat, but not up on a turrent. For one, when they got out on the road, they wouldnt hear sh*t he was saying. And for two, he had to most dangerouse job at the moment. If an enemy sniper was watching their hummvee, he would be the first to get shot. Or the driver. Depended on what strategy the sniper went with. But if they got into a fire fight with numerouse enemy forces on the ground, he would definitly be the first to go. Mainly because he would be the first one to shoot at them.
As he sat there waiting, his mind started to wonder to the most random things. He started thinking very off topic things, such as why chicken breast's didnt have nipples. Or why baked potatos took so long to cook. He knew his mind would come around when they got moving, but for now he sat on top of the hummer and thought his stupid thoughts, resisting the urge to ask them aloud to the others in the vehical.
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Post by Gunman543 on Sept 5, 2008 19:46:55 GMT -5
Nick took the head phones from Vanessa and said with his usual casual tone."Thanks." He slid the headphones under his helmet,and over the head set that contained his radio and waited for the Humvee to start moving.Nick shifted the weight of his gear and did a final inspection of all his weapons and gear.He quickly dis-assembled and re-assembled his AA-12,and there were no jams in it.He drew his Desert Eagle,and it checked out.
Holstering that,he made sure his radio was operating correctly,and statisfyed that it was operating at peak performence,sat back and sifted through his thoughts.Nick kept a easy look on his face,which helped cover up his anxious feelings with this mission.IF sucessful,they would breach the bunker complex and secure the WMDs.He was looking forward to kicking Sadam's a$$ and taking his WMDs away from him as well.
He watched as the others did there things,and finally did the thing he always had the most trouble with,waiting until the mission was givin the green light to start,and waiting wasnt his strong suit.He didnt give off any bad vibes,but was anxious to get started and get out of the danger zone ASAP.He wasnt a coward,but didnt like sticking himself in a spot that could get him killed.
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Post by #+h3 M!$+3r P@r@d0x on Sept 6, 2008 10:59:53 GMT -5
About Twenty Miles South of the Kill Zone
Shunizi Bin Fraiser was not sure why his men had been stationed so far south of the actual war zone. He was indeed well aware that his men could combat anything that moved in the general area seeing as the military funding was coming from rich white men form multiple forms of government worldwide and even a self supplied War Hound, Muhammad Allan was pressing the issue that 'Freedom from Tyranny' was the issue in this situation. Shunizi knew that he would engage with anyone or anything that proceeded toward the city... and in the name of the " Great Being" he would be ready to fight with his last breath to ensure that the liberation of the city goes as planned.
" No one treads upon these grounds without fearing the wrath of the 'Truth'. With our last breath we will defend this piece of ground."
Shunizi stared out into his base of operations at this very moment. Men lined the area in ready formation armed with CV-47s and even higher powered versions of Adaptive Anti-Armor Impact Shotguns. Shunizi would note that he had a few other anti-personnel/anti-vehicle weapons such as Rocket Propelled Grenades that could be fired from any of the three major highlands to the north, east and west... the south was lined with mines. One misguided action and the entire operation could be blown sky high with a single movement. A few tanks were line to the side as well... although damaged beyond repair, he was instructed to use the armor of those tanks as a makeshift shelter for worse case scenario.
Shunizi was a very paranoid man at this point and time. He instructed that explosives be rigged on the Great Divide to the north. The only entry point to the city were the wide-spread operation was taking place, his instructions were to solidify the area and make sure that no hostiles were to make it to the city as a single attacking force... that is what he was going to do. With the area rigged to blow at any moment, he had little to fear...
Shunizi would turn to his second in command and bark a order...
" Anything that moves through that clearing, shoot to kill. If you cannot kill it with conventional weapons... detonate the explosives and blow this area to the bowels of hell. ' The Great Being' will give us praise... We will be heros..."
The second in command nodded with a quick gesture.
The men in the field all wore the same unique outfit. A hooded mask with red lining as well as a body suite made up of red rags that cleverly hid the body armor below. They are less combat experienced than most US Fighting forces but with proceed to end their own lives in hopes of taking a few enemies with them. Nearly two out of five of them are armed with detonation devices of equal or lesser value that twelve grenades going of at once. There are only forty men that are stationed here with only thirty men being combat ready.
Layout: If combat is to occure... The city is in a southern position to this area. The battlefield is fairly large and hard to clear with a vehicle... The threat of land mines can be noticed by anyone with previous experience to them. Those that have characters unfamiliar to land mines (or those of you unfamiliar with land mines) are strongly suggested to take great caution and try to follow the lead of the right character to combat this threat or find a way around it.
Combat: These guys have little to no actual combat knowledge. They have horrible aim and are not able to land perfect head shots. When the going gets tough, they tend to rely more on heavy firepower or detour methods... ( Such as blowing up rocky cliff sides to form landslides to destroy a convoy vehicle.
Leader: Shunizi Bin Fraiser - A leader of the Strike Team A. Under order by Allan to act as a guard for the Kill Zone to the south. This man has little knowledge of actual combat strategy and is unable to call for immediate backup or air support. He is a coward and easy to manipulate. Take caution with his knack for lying...
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Post by Colonel Jones on Sept 6, 2008 23:16:36 GMT -5
Aric was leaning back in his chair slightly with his feet up on the table. He watched and smiled when Mikey and Wallace were told that they would have IPT later on that night. Summers then put his feet down and started to pay attention when the General started to give his speech. As he spoke, Summers felt the patriotism rising in him. When the speech ended, Aric got to his feet and stood at attention. He turned around and headed to the door when the General gave the order to be dismissed. He exited the room and headed to the Armory. He went to the man and he was handed his weapons and gear. His weapons consisted of his M-4, equipped with a front hand grip, laser sight, tac-flash light, and an ACOG scope. He carried an M-1911 pistol with a tac-light on it, four frag grenades, two smoke grenades, and extra ammo, all inside of a carrying bag. The armorer then handed him some black knee pads, his helmet, and a bulletproof vest. Summers walked out of the armory and headed back to his barracks.
Once in his barracks, Summers laid his gear on his bed and looked around as his squad was cleaning up their areas, making their beds, and doing other random things. Aric stood at attention and called out "AttenTION!". The eight members of Summers' squad stood at attention at the foot of their beds, in front of their foot lockers.
"Alrighty boys. We're goin in. We are finally goin to see some s***. What we've been waiting for is finally here." He said. The men started to cheer and get hyped up. "Alright alright...You guys need to go and get your gear and head back here. We need to be ready to go at any time. We could leave in half an hour or in three hours. So let's go. Dismissed" He called out as the men did about faces and yelled "Yes Staff Sergeant!"
Summers moved out of the way and let his squad go through the door. He could tell they were all excited and so was he. Aric went back over to his bed and started to put on his gear. He put his extra ammo in his vest and pants pockets. He was good to go. By the time his squad got back, it had been almost an hour. They were ready and good to go. Suddenly, through the loud speakers, they heard it was time to go. The men grabbed their weapons and loaded them up. They all went through the door and Summers followed. They all jogged over to their designated humvee. The men got in and one got ready with the .50 cal that was on top. He loaded it up and waited, looking at all of the men and women scrambling to other humvees.
Summers waited outside of the humvee and waited until Wallace got close to him "Wallace! We're good to go. How much longer till we roll out?"
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