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Apr 25, 2012 8:26:47 GMT -5
Post by Big Boss, Lord of Light on Apr 25, 2012 8:26:47 GMT -5
Brezhnev liked the way this man thought. It was strange....this man, this definition of the dogs that he and his men had come to hate, thought very much like a Union soldier. However, that was not to be contemplated. Under no circumstances could he have this man serve in the regular rank and file....but maybe....maybe there would be some place for him, hidden away from the eyes and ears of the rank and file.
"A twenty minute window you say?" Brezhnev said, in a mock questioning tone. "However shall we accomplish such a feet?" he continued speaking as he looked back at the soldiers gathered.
"Gentlemen, cruel....invincible gentlemen....this is the night I have been promising for a long time....this is the night that you will prove to me your quality of measure!" he announced to the troopers, who then moved into a cover formation around the General and Hammond. "We shall move in formation! Suppressing fire only on hostile targets. Conserve ammo as necessary. All US and Local forces are to be considered hostile elements that will be exterminated." Brezhnev then looked to Hammond, a grim grin on his face as the soldiers raised their rifles to the ready. They were ready to serve, to die, to fight, to kill. The soldiers had been awaiting a day to prove their loyalty and their worth to the Leningrad Schoolmaster for nearly a decade now. Tonight, they would do their best to be half the men that their General expected them to be.
"Ready to live dangerously, Mr. Marlboro? Ready to go forth and put a personal touch to the death and destruction that you have been wholesaling for so long?" he asked to the business man before him. "It shall be blood for blood in the streets....by the gallons.....can you stomach it....Mr. Marlboro?"
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Apr 26, 2012 0:12:34 GMT -5
Post by #+h3 M!$+3r P@r@d0x on Apr 26, 2012 0:12:34 GMT -5
Hammond Marlboro had watched the act of pure violence unfold against the quote unquote “Enemies” of the General’s Country that had come in the form of a man and child. Lifeless bodies now lie in a pool of blood forged by the metal and gunpowder of the same General’s weaponry. Cruel, yet jest in all means of that Russians way of thinking. The child would become and man… a man that could possibly grow up to serve as a Officer. In the Generals vision, it was possible to think that all Men and Boys could be possible threats like in the old days. Women had their own… special… traits that Hammond was sure that the General and his men would be taking full advantage of in the future. A lesson in the cruelty of man should have been thought of here, but instead Hammond saw a valuable lesson in how enemies should be dealt with as a whole… The Greater and Lesser Powers should both be removed and then beat the resource at hand into submission until it is used up. The corpses of the two served as a prime example of the things to come and the screaming of the woman soon fell upon deaf ears as her wooden cell was secured.
The words of the General sank in as Hammond nodded his head in approval, “ Of course, General. I am more than at the ready for anything that we should have to overcome. Although, there always tends to be a chaos element thrown somewhere in the mix, Sir. Intelligence files that have been received have many missing links. Evolution knows no bounds, why should it in a situation such as this? Weaponry will only handle so much on a chess board such as this. My teams have already set out to receive vital intelligence regarding anything that we may be forced to come across. I will provide whatever cover I can as well as a steady stream of information step by step.”
Hammond activated the hand held device that scanned through various encryptions that he could read like words written on paper. These codes were clearly encrypted to hide the nature of them from those not well read in the art, namely the General. Each node of the encryption pointed to various locations around the Raccoon City and Stoneville areas. Each node also represented hidden information that Hammond was not previously informed of… Field Testing for new B.O.W.S. Hammond would simply shake his head in a mild disgust before noticing a node that was moving at a extremely fast rate toward them.
“ General, our first drop point is noted. We will have to proceed on foot at the start and meet up with a Battalion which is fully armed and from the looks of it in conflict. Whatever vehicles that have been abandoned by US Forces will most likely prove useful in our wayward movement. Though, it would seem obvious that a foot hold survey of the area would prove useful before introducing mechanical prowess? Yes?”
Hammond was no military strategist, but he had led a few assaults back in his hay day from pirating minor settlements to secure resources. Right now it would seem that subtly of the new additions would be the best bet to get the jump on enemy troops. [/size]
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Apr 27, 2012 11:16:47 GMT -5
Post by Big Boss, Lord of Light on Apr 27, 2012 11:16:47 GMT -5
Brezhnev nodded briskly at Hammond's words.
"Yes," the General said, his eyes flicking over to the encrypted device which Hammond was reading from. "A small area to call our own would be be best to act as both a base of operations....a staging area if you will...." Brezhnev motioned with his hand to the troopers around them.
"These are but a small amount of the soldiers I have at my disposal, just a taste of what could be...." he said, with a hint of pride in his voice. "With a forward operations area secure....I would be able to set up safe LZs....troop recovery and transport...maybe even ship in a vehicle or two for expedient movement about the city."
The General looked again at the screen which Hammond had and noticed the fast moving blip....one that was heading towards the sector they were currently in.
"What does that represent? One of yours?" Brezhnev asked, looking now in Hammond's eyes with his steely gaze. "Or would it be considered to be hostile target to be eliminated with force?"
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Apr 28, 2012 12:18:29 GMT -5
Post by #+h3 M!$+3r P@r@d0x on Apr 28, 2012 12:18:29 GMT -5
Tick. Tick. Beep. Beeeep. The monitoring device seemed to be going a bit haywire due to the sudden change in speeds due to the previous blip. The blip, from the looks of the coding, was no longer following a projected straight shot path. No. The blip seemed to be circling the area in a rapid motion, altitude rising and falling as if it where in the air and then on the ground and vice versa. The blip only stopped once, with that stopping came a unearthly hiss and cackle. It was then that gunshots began to ring out before a multitude of smaller blips began to emerge from the larger one. The smaller blips scurried side to side and moved in a crisscross pattern. The gunshots were followed by screams of the short lived sort. It was as if the victims of those screams opened their mouths long enough to be silenced forever. After the screams, the blips became apparent in the very near distance.
“ I believe that those resources that you speak of may prove to be useful right about now, General,” Hammond spoke with a almost bland tone of approach. He then continued, “ We seem to be quite like ducks with our feet stuck in the reed, within a hunters sight in hunting season, metaphorically speaking.”
Hammond Marlboro had never seen anything like what he was witnessing right now in the history of his entire existence. He took it all in at once and could only describe what he witnessed as a abomination of nature and a nightmarish construct of science and evolution. The abomination seemed to have stood roughly eight foot tall in general height, it’s body girth extremely massive with the majority of it’s body resembling a pulsating sack of organs. The creature seemed to have had absolutely no arms but held it’s massive frame up on six “Crab?” legs that seemed rather well armored. The creature itself utilized what seemed to be a series of tentacles in its top portion to act as the arms of the beast. Hammond was able to count twelve at the moment with three of them now being used to end the lives of the United States Marines that happened to be in it’s way. There were absolutely no eyes and from the looks of one solemn tentacle, the creature used the trembling of the vibrations to sense prey. The creature was a pale grey and resembled that of old rotting human tissue. Hammond was most definitely shocked to know such things existed, let alone know that they were here in Raccoon City.
“ That thing is no friendly acquaintance of mine, General,” Hammond seemed to have a way about him where he hardly ever lost his cool even in a time such as this. He stood in a semi-defensive posture even though the threat was a good bit away. It was then that he had noticed what the small blips were. They resembled humans, small humans with glowing green eyes that were hunched over like apes. Hammond then motioned toward the General once again with a serious demeanor, “ I believe that thing is what the Contact wishes to either exterminate or capture.”
On one hand it would seemed much more lucrative to capture the beast and on the other he was not completely sure. This kind of thing was not his territory and it was be all the more burden to lose anyone so close to the start of the operation.
The beast was relentless for the first few minutes but soon became aware of the surroundings on a almost psychic level. The forward tentacles dug deep into the mouths of the fresh deceased that scattered the bridge ahead. After of few jolts of it’s massive frame, the beast would them scurry away just as quick as it came. The bodies in which it had intruded left for those around to wonder the outcome of what was to happen next. They did not move, other than the mild spasms that had occurred previously. It was safe to say, that even though Hammond was not quite familiar with the make up, the men would not become zombies any time soon.
The matter at hand though, was the spastic humanoids that rushed around like lunatics. They seemed not to be occupied by any of the living and rather spent the majority of their time in Hammonds eyes destroying whatever they could get their hands on. Some were busy slamming themselves through windows, while a select few merely began throwing loose objects into car windows. The humanoids showed absolutely no interest in the current location of the group of people and for that Hammond sighed a bit on the inside.
Hammond would turn to the General once more, adjusting the device to clip onto his side with a look of content, “ I assume that save the imbeciles that are up ahead, we have no immediate threats other than the outstanding infected. We should probably get move-”
It was at that time that a large rumble came from underground, the imbeciles ahead reacted in a sense to flee the area immediately as quickly as possible. From the looks of the way they moved, that was pretty darn quick. [/size]
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May 1, 2012 20:39:01 GMT -5
Post by Big Boss, Lord of Light on May 1, 2012 20:39:01 GMT -5
Brezhnev watched the creature do it's work on the corpses of the man and child his men had taken care of. You had to respect a simplistic creature such as this. It didn't have any aspirations other than to survive, to feed, to live a life of a beast. However, while he did admire it, the General wished to admire it from a far...and with heavy weapons protecting him and his men from it. The General brought his hand up and made gave a hand signal to his troops to move out. As he did so, several individuals from up ahead came running past. The General and his men stood to the wayside, out of sight as the exodus of the area continued on ward away from the beast that had appeared. The creature jumped upon body after body, feasting, killing, eating, move on to another. Almost like clockwork, the creature made work of the moving buffet line. Brezhnev looked over to Hammond.
"We move out....now." he whispered, trying not to rouse the attention of the beast. "We move to the first target of opportunity...." And establish a grip upon the throat of this dying city he thought to himself, as he and his men started gathering up to move out.
OOC: Move us to the next area in your next post, Paradox.
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May 3, 2012 20:02:36 GMT -5
Post by #+h3 M!$+3r P@r@d0x on May 3, 2012 20:02:36 GMT -5
There was no waiting period to the quickness of the troops assemble. They were eager, eager to die for the ‘Motherland’ in which their predecessors ‘cult-like’ patriotism had bestowed upon them. The very eagerness that could spark a war to set the World itself on fire and leave nothing but ashes in their wake. The thought of these men, these machines… carrying out the work that was laid ahead was ecstatic to a certain degree. With these men, these machines… there was no doubt in Hammonds well tuned mind that the next few hours in the city would make him more powerful than he had ever been in his life. Save of course the fact that the only objective that mattered was making sure the General and only a handful of them were capable of carrying out whatever task the ’Mysterious Contact’ had planned. Atrocities were to be handled and men of great honor would fall all for the sake of… For the sake of… Why the heck was Hammond here again? These men were to fight for the sake of Anarchy? What more could the contact want than what the wasteland of a once bustling city had to offer. Once these men escorted Hammond and the General to the first contact point, Hammond was sure that some kind of answer would present itself.
Three. Two. One. Another loud explosion ricocheted off further into the night as what seemed to have been a fuel tanker thunderously bellowed smoke and flame into the sky. Hammond quickly wrote it off as he approached the General with a emotionless demeanor, “Do you ever get the feeling that someone knows something that you don’t? Make sure your men are ready for anything… a rousing speech… something. I have a very harsh feeling that this little game may be more than just a mere takeover. From what I can see, hear, and even… feel… Everyone has seemed to already lost control… rather quickly I might add.”
Gunfire. Moaning. Screaming. Explosions. All of this quickly became the only thing to circle around Hammonds head. A twirling effect if you will, the kind of effect that seemed to skew ones reality into a morbidly bloated series of random events.
The power to make the first move rested solely on the Generals and Hammonds shoulders even though the path ahead was quickly becoming twisted wreckage. They needed to make a move… and fast.
Coordinates were seeming to change rapidly as the nodes shifted from one perspective to another. Hammond had noticed a few things popping up on the data pad regarding satellite assistance of some sort. Perhaps, on a hunch, that was once of the main view points of this entire ordeal. Hammond was most likely holding a homing beacon in the palm of his hand and did not fully know it yet.
“ Contact should be made shortly,” Hammond spoke while adjusting the matter of apparel in which he wore. The suit was becoming quite uncomfortable but at least it was not the nagging sort of discomfort. He checked his personal side arm, a pea-shooter in comparison to the armament of the guards around him. But, to keep in mind that Hammond was not really the combative type… that would answer the question as to why he was not heavily armed. Technology my friend, technology was the gate-way to the future. Raccoon City was previously rigged with the sort of technology Hammond needed to survive just a little while longer than anyone could have expected. Technology, that in fact, Hammond had not even set up himself or for his personal use. No, this technology was hacked by this unknown ’Alliance’ and this technology would be purposefully used to strike down whatever opposed them.
“ I assume that your previous orders were to assess strike teams hired by ’The Which Shields You From The Rain’, was it not?” Hammond spoke to the General with a melancholy tone and demeanor… “ The plans have changed… slightly… There is something here that can promote your cause and make us both very formable in the future. Save… I don’t decide to kill you or vice versa. We don’t necessarily ’NEED’ one another… but… I am not going to carry out a agenda for a Company that has failed to contain a outbreak such as this.”
With that, Hammond would point toward a vantage point that seemed very much inactive. The alleyway that seemed like that out of a ghost town would give the team plenty of cover and the lack of red dot sights most likely meant that the original team was not ordered to watch it. Perfect. The team would now have the perfect route to The Stadium, seeing as the data-pad was showing a large number of Marlboro and Russian forces already congregating with a fair amount of weaponry as well as a few little toys, nothing outlandish as of now and all rather subtle. The field report still proved ’Yellow’ as far as infected assaults were going but that was good enough to make a Hail Mary straight into the region. [/size] (( Unit had moved to Stadium. Infected rate is 30% on the outside and growing fast. Roving hordes make for great target practice and unit should move fine.))
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