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Apr 14, 2011 23:03:05 GMT -5
Post by Lunapocalypse on Apr 14, 2011 23:03:05 GMT -5
Blinded by the fluorescent light, squinting from the pain her eyes suffered; a constricted feeling restrained the girl from masking her face with her hands. Her body shivered violently from cold air draped over her coffin, breathing in froze her to the core. Such an unpleasant situation would call for erratic movement, tugging to free herself.
Harsh bloom eventually subsided, the aperture of her eye scrunching tight. She would have calmed down with her eyesight returned to her, however what she saw after only made her more confused. A bright, glossy red stain covered a broad area of the observation room window; attention glued to the departed body only just in view. When the sound of a door closing snatched it away, the girl looked to her right to see people moving towards exits of the room. Why were they leaving her alone?
Tugging again, lifting her chin to the sky in anguish, only able to mouth the word "Wait". Dropping her chin to her chest, observing what soulless objects were keeping her from freedom. Pairs of thick restraining locks covered her ankles, wrists and upper arms. Her body; only after seeing herself did she feel more grounded to reality. A light grey jumpsuit covered the majority of her skin, baggy around her calves and biceps; White, lace-less, thin soled shoes wrapped around her feet. Out of the corner of her eye she could see a lock of dark brown hair hanging over her shoulder from her ponytail.
Rather more conspicuous were massive letters painted onto the walls of the girl's chamber, either side of her bed. CHROME. It meant something to her, she knew this, yet she could not remember why.
Confused, upset, digging her elbows into her bed and pushing away. Metal creaked from resistance of the capsules restrictions, the clasps around her biceps popped. There were still people in the observation room, refusing to aid her. Breathing deep into her diaphragm, a want for attention, "Where am I!" she bellowed out to the room, ceasing her onslaught momentarily. Noticing her upper arm clamps had been shattered from their place gave the girl vigor, knowing full well she could not be held here forever.
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Apr 14, 2011 23:39:32 GMT -5
Post by Le Dark Wolf on Apr 14, 2011 23:39:32 GMT -5
“Long time no see.”
He stepped over the recently deceased buffoon. Bone fragments and grey matter was crushed beneath outlandishly expensive leather shoes. Xavier and his entourage slipped into the main examination room. Several lab coated peons were attempting to escape. Between the possible release of a biological weapon and men whom was obviously hostile, the move was not only logical, it was instinctual. It was also logical and instinctual for the members of the Umbrella Black Ops team to shoot and kill them. Security systems can be fooled and tampered with. Human evidence had to be erased the old fashion way.
After decimating the survivors, the Dark Wolf stepped up to the capsule. There was blood. Some not caused by weapons of the White Division. Fluorescent light washed over the corporate executives and his fearsome comrades. A finger had been snapped. It was then that light seemed to bend about the Wolf’s bodyguards. A second later, they were seemingly alone. Two monsters of different make.
“Miss Chrome.”
Metal creaked. Restraints broke. The augmented human had flailed about. Xavier remained undaunted.
“Where am I?!” She screamed.
“The area is not safe. Maintain situational awareness. Remember your training. Remember the mission.”
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Apr 15, 2011 1:32:11 GMT -5
Post by Lunapocalypse on Apr 15, 2011 1:32:11 GMT -5
People entered the room, ghouls with their crimson eyes and heavy breathing. Howls and cries made her blood run cold as each firearm commandeered by each ghoul began clicking menacingly. Variables immediately began filling the confused girl's head, direction, distance, impact, all somehow triggered by the gunfire. The abundance of information caused her head to swim and stomach to lurch; instincts forcing her body to react on a whim. Its cease quickly returned her to ease. Feet shuffled as all of the ghouls moved to surround the coffin. One in particular, less disheartening than the others, approached. Lack of a mask detailed his welcoming appearance in comparison to the rest of the black clad ghouls in the room. A sharp click of fingers threw the girl into a slight swoon as light in the room changed dramatically; now it was only he and her. Closing her conclusion that he was important, especially for her recollection. “Miss Chrome.” His addressing her came as a surprise. There were no one else for him to speak to; he knew who she was, and probably a lot more. Her mood shifted between contented and annoyed; hounded by the fact someone else knew her better than herself, but grateful she might still be able to learn of herself from him. "Remember your training. Remember the mission.” His words had been heard as an order; she couldn't completely fathom why. More programmed instincts made her close her eyes in deep thought. Being unable to recall were the worst feeling imaginable, like being born with a millennium of experience and having no evidence to back it up. "The mission," she spoke out loud as if it was going to help, "My mission," her expression contorted while digging into the recess' of her mind, clutching for anything which might spark a memory. Situational awareness. Unsafe. Remember my training. Then an age old voice entered her head, disconnected from anything with a wealth of importance; although it still held its own weight in water of meaning to her. "Obedience breeds Discipline..." "Chrome," the girl's voice nearly sounded metallic as she said this. "My designation is Chrome."
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Apr 15, 2011 14:11:01 GMT -5
Post by soldier on Apr 15, 2011 14:11:01 GMT -5
(Eric joining in White Division's Operation as security Detail) Eric and his squad of Umbrella White Division Elite men sat in a black truck. Part of the Operation was to make sure Dark wolf and his men had no trouble, and Assist if needed. There was several Security feed back on this mission. There was nothing better to do but play war and prepare for the worse. Eric had just watch what was going on. "This is driving me very inpatient." Eric uttered. "This is only the highlight of the day, man" Corporal Damian said. Eric's infrared glowing lens met his red glowing lens eyes. "You mean you two, are actually enjoying not shooting something that breathes?" He chuckled "Maybe you didn't realize, you fools. This is White Division. We live to kill." "Amman to that, Will" Jericho said. Out of all the men he had worked with on Operations. Jericho was the only one who had to be on the same page as Eric. *** A unit of Well armed Neo UUmbrella had made there way on a 77th building to caught a glimpse of the enemy and had been in the Area for almost three weeks until they were tipped off by Alec Vickrov. "Luner Unit, in position. looks like were a bit late to catch up on the party." The men had gotten the room rig with IED that would get any unwanted Problems a new look on their faces. They got prepared for the strike. Eric had gotten border. It was about time they did a sweep of the area. "Hunter Alpha unit to Praetorian Unit. Requesting to do a sweep of the AO (Area of Operation), Over" Eric waited for a response back. "What, are you that bord?" Damian said as he put the cards away. "I wouldn't mind a little clean sweep up" one of the men said. Jericho was checking his weapons to make sure that rounds were loaded. *** Aims looked through his monoculars and spotted two brand trucks that read "Bob's bread" and the other read "Snap-On" down the road. There wasn't nothing else to report. "No additional targets on the street...Only the body guards...These bastards are still smart."
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Apr 15, 2011 22:06:32 GMT -5
Post by Big Boss, Lord of Light on Apr 15, 2011 22:06:32 GMT -5
*Off the coast of Florida*
The Broken Union was moving full tilt towards Jacksonville. Ander sat in his command seat as he watched the view screen. His smile grew wider and wider as the ship moved towards the target area. Soon, his dishonor will be avenged. The man who fired him, who set these events into motion so many years ago, will see the great and wondrous works he had mocked. He will see how they are effective in battle.
"We are in launch range, Doctor." one of the crew announced from his console.
"No!" Ander shouted, as he looked at the screen in anticipation. "Have the men load onto choppers....and send a Final Wave Trooper as back up..." Ander ordered. "Hold off our full potentiality....I want to enjoy this...." ******************************************************************* Below, in the holds, two teams of six were gearing up when the order to board the choppers came down. As they made their way to the choppers, A001 meet them in it's usual creepy manner. The silent creature stepped onboard the first chopper and sat silently, it's AK74 slung across it's lap. ******************************************************************
"Choppers in bound, Doctor."
"Good....good..." Ander chuckled, as he pressed his hands into the command chair.
"Weapons systems are up and running. Countermeasures operational."
"Slow us down...." Ander ordered. "Let our men get into the fray before we launch our symphony of revenge." *****************************************************************
The Kamovs thundered across the airport, scouting out the area. Onboard, the soldiers looked down as if they were hungry dogs.
"Soldiers....combat...death...." they murmured amongst themselves looking on. They had no real orders to speak of...just kill and be killed, die and make die.
As it's chopper made a pass over the main terminal building, A001 took it's opportunity and leaped out of the chopper. The Tryant landed on the roof of the building, looking down at the structure with disdain. ******************************************
"A001 has disembarked from the transport. It is on the roof of the terminal."
"Transmit the target image.....terminate with extreme prejudice." Ander ordered. The crewman acknowledged the order and began to send the data stream through the General AI to the Tyrant on the ground.
"Can you men hear it?" Ander asked, as he lurched forward in his chair, hands now in his lap.
"What is that, Doctor?"
"The band is warming up.....the final dance is about to begin....." Ander chuckled. "We are about to dance with the devil in the pale moonlight."
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Apr 16, 2011 0:56:08 GMT -5
Post by Le Dark Wolf on Apr 16, 2011 0:56:08 GMT -5
They were observing from the roof of the Raccoon Memorial Study Facility, hunkered down with rifles deployed as if they were in a war zone. One would assume by their combat stance that they were hiding. If one could see them through normative visual means anyway. Light seemed to have bent around the infantrymen, as if they were ghosts. In every sense of the word, they sort of were. They were not only survivors of countless battles; they had been there, all those years ago… in Raccoon City. The Dark Wolf had extracted with them. Back then, they were known as ‘Delta’ of the Umbrella Security Services. Today, they served as the Praetorian Unit. They were Lord Xavier’s personal bodyguards. “Contact, five o’clock, four hundred meters, same IFF (identification, friend or foe) channels as us, non-UMBSPEC…” The squad leader declared. He had been observing them through the enhanced optical visualization device mounted on his gasmask. There was nothing more to say. Weapons were charged. Ammunition was checked. Silence lingered on. Their counterparts from the Neo Umbrella Corporation were here. “Hunter Alpha unit to Praetorian Unit. *STATIC* Requesting to do a sweep of the AO, over.” Someone buzzed them through the radio. “Praetorian to Alpha, request is denied. There is still an influx of B.S.A.A. agents on ground. Remember, that officially, we are here on behalf of the Global Pharmaceutical Consortium. Our primary mission here is security. However, if the opportunity does arrive, we are to gun down Alex O’ Connor of S.T.A.R.S. fame. Her image will be relayed to your team shortly. Secondary objective is to retrieve the IFF system of NUC personnel. They are... they should be Tricell marked. How copy--*static*” Praetorian had been cut off by the sound of massive rotors. The squad leader de-cloaked, if only for a second. He had to be certain that his electronic equipment was not playing tricks on him. He identified them by their particular shape. It bore a close similarity to the American Black Hawk. They were Kamov KA-60s, also known as Orcas. The squad leader of Praetorian cloaked himself once more. Something had landed on the terminal building. It seemed that the situation had changed. “Praetorian to Alpha, the situation has changed. Exercise extreme caution, and proceed as planned. Remain mobile, and segment our forces. We will assist you as necessary. Remember: when we hunt, we kill. Over and out.” <*> It was cold, he noted. The capsule beckoned towards him. It was the infiniteness of a near deathless state. Xavier too, had rested once in one of these stasis coffins. Such was the price of a near death experience. The icy breath of the exposed construct lingered on. He observed the ‘girl’ in front of him. She would be one of his soldiers now. Yet another soul he was personally responsible for, such was the burden of command. Jean ‘Shiro’ Xavier made to remove his exquisite coat to wrap around the newly awakened girl. It was then ‘she’ reminded him of her role. “Chrome…. My designation is Chrome.” Beneath her seemingly petite figure was a biologically augmented weapon. Her designation..... She was not the first, and will never be the last. Xavier had fought alongside others before. Their stories, their sacrifices, indeed their brotherhood will never see the light of history. Only the continuing might of the Division kept their memories alive. The Dark Wolf couldn’t have had it any other way, even if he had wanted to. “But of course.” His refined tone had a hint of something else. No matter, it was irrelevant. “Obedience Breeds Discipline, Discipline Breeds Unity, Unity Breeds Power…” The Lord of White Umbrella did not have to finish. He simply slammed a rather large case onto a table nearby. Its mechanical locks disengaged upon impact, and began to automatically unfold itself. Three levels of equipment had been produced. On the top ‘deck’ were two pairs of weapons. A set of MP-7s Personal Defense Weapon, and two Glock 18 pistols with extended clips. On the second deck was a female modified version of the Umbrella Security Services uniform. It was a prototype version codenamed ‘Athena’ that was augmented with the same cloaking mechanism Praetorian was currently fielding. Finally on its lower deck were a communication ear and mouth piece, compact binoculars, additional ammunition, fragmentation grenades, some goggles, and a modified electronic lock pick that came with a PDA. “Get dressed. I’ll brief you in the hallway.”The Wolf then left her alone. As always, the situation was developing on the battlefield. It was not only an old military maxim; it was something he felt in his bones.
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Apr 16, 2011 6:09:02 GMT -5
Post by soldier on Apr 16, 2011 6:09:02 GMT -5
“Praetorian to Alpha, request is denied. There is still an influx of B.S.A.A. agents on ground. Remember, that officially, we are here on behalf of the Global Pharmaceutical Consortium. Our primary mission here is security. However, if the opportunity does arrive, we are to gun down Alex O’ Connor of S.T.A.R.S. fame. Her image will be relayed to your team shortly. Secondary objective is to retrieve the IFF system of NUC personnel. They are... they should be Tricell marked. How copy--*static*"Eric gritted his teeth. when the request was denied. Orders were orders though, It was something he was going to deal with. The data on the Alex Connor was recieved on his wrist gauntlet. "Solid Copy, Praetorian. We just recieve the intel on Alex Conner. We'll keep out eyes pealed. Out" The way he had said it sounded like a real ironic jock for some reason. "So does that mean we can play war again since there isn't anything dyer yet?" Damian said, Mounting his suppressor to his M4. Eric gave him a look, It was a very stern look but he couldn't tell either way. "Get you're Eagle--" Comms went off again in his ear from Praetorian Unit. He checked his gauntlet and tapped Praetorian's Vid feed back. There was a chopper he was glancing at, a KA-60 over by the Terminal building. “Praetorian to Alpha, the situation has changed. Exercise extreme caution, and proceed as planned. Remain mobile, and segment our forces. We will assist you as necessary. Remember: when we hunt, we kill. Over and out.”"Damn..." Damian Said "Just when things get more better, eh?" Jeffy said. "Sounds like we're in for a fight." Jericho stated the obvious like he did. Eric contacted Hunter Bravo. "Hunter Alpha to Hunter Bravo. Confirm you have Reciver the data on S.T.A.R.S.s Member Alex Connor and preping the men for the situation, how copy?" "*static*--That's a solid copy on all. Interogative: Are we moving in to interveen? Over.""Negative. Praetorian Unit want's us near by. One of us has to be ready in case the Guard's body count drop. That Will be you're part, Bravo. If all plays out well you shouldn't have to interveen. Alpha will stay frosty. Do you follow the plan, how copy" "Solid copy on the plan. Out."*** NUC men had spotted the KA-60 as well. "Are you getting this?" A man had said. The captain of the team contacted HQ. "HQ, we're we got eyes on a Kamrov KA-60 on the rooftop across from our position. We didn't send for Back up did we?" It took awhile for HQ to get back. " That's a Negative, Excerise causion." The Captain put his radio back. "What do you see?" He asked his spotter. It took him awhile then looked over. " Seven of them, one BOW perhaps and six live ones all armed with AK-47s" The Captain Looked over to the four out of forty men. "Go on top of the roof and go see what you see." He barked. then turn his attention to the KA-60.
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Apr 16, 2011 7:52:42 GMT -5
Post by Lunapocalypse on Apr 16, 2011 7:52:42 GMT -5
"Power is life."Strain was heard from the remaining clamps as Chrome casually broke free of them, Stepping out of the capsule in a cloud of mist. Her prosthetic eyes observed the equipment supplied, approaching the case. “Get dressed. I’ll brief you in the hallway.” Her jade eyes glowed at the order. A first of many to advent, no doubt. She was left alone, tearing velcro straps of her jumpsuit which covered the pale skin of her body, removing it and the cryo-stasis shoes. Simple undergarments remained her attire until donning Athena, pulling the zipper up her spine. It felt made for her, almost symbiotic, an ethereal feeling cascaded down Chrome's body once it fully synced with her augs. Flexing her fingers, a single thought via IR activated the optical camouflage. Vertexes around her flashed as a mesh of polygons shimmered in layers up her body. Chrome held her palm to her face, deactivating at the same time. A feeling of satisfaction rose while her hand returned to view. As the pair of MP7s were slung over her shoulders, bullet indicators popped up in her retina prosthesis; the same occurred when Chrome holstered the dual G18s. While pouching backup ammunition a second counter pinged to life beside the initial numbers, accurately detailing how many rounds were loaded, and how many she had left. For a decade old prosthetic human, Chrome didn't do too bad. Her augmentations were well ahead of their time, tools for her to utilize. If they were taken away, there would not be much left to account for; a sign she were far less human than once imagined. A distinction made ever more clear from the lack of concern, prejudice, and ideals; something which built the inverted pyramid known as a 'Personality' for most people. Pulling a split fringe over the assigned goggles sitting on her forehead, Chrome completed installing her loadout. Communications were already buzzing through her earpiece as she motioned towards the exit of the cryo capsule chamber, reactivation complete.
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Apr 16, 2011 16:38:10 GMT -5
Post by Big Boss, Lord of Light on Apr 16, 2011 16:38:10 GMT -5
A001 stared coldly around it's surroundings. The creature stood at it's full height as it moved across the roof of the structure towards a doorway leading to the lower levels. Whatever it saw was feed back to the monitors on board the Broken Union airship. The merciless monster entered the airport, bending slightly to get it's frame through the doorway.
The KA-60 it had disembarked from did a circle around towards the tarmac of the airport followed by the second one. The twelve man team disembarked from the chopper, weapons out. The pilots of the choppers delivered a salute as they took off from the tarmac and went back to the Broken Union. ****************************************************************** "Forces are reporting all quiet at the moment." the communications technician reported to Ander.
"Quiet? That is not what is desire, is it my friends?" Ander asked incredulously. "Order them to open fire on the first person they come across....and the one after that, and the one after that."
"What of A001?"
"The General AI had delivered the proper orders to that trooper....and God help who or what gets in it's way of the target." Ander replied with a chuckle. ******************************************************************** The soldiers moved across the tarmac as a group of four airport security personnel approached them.
"What is going on her-" one of the security agents demanded, as the soldiers opened fire before he or the others could raise their weapons. The soldiers giggled slightly, as they began to run across the runway, towards the main building. ***************************************************************** "Our forces have engaged targets...."
"Good....good....make full preparations for our first volley..." Ander ordered. "Once the team is wiped out, I want the fire works to rain down on them."
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Apr 17, 2011 5:25:45 GMT -5
Post by soldier on Apr 17, 2011 5:25:45 GMT -5
Eric had found himself waiting for something to happen. Hunter Alpha was quitet for now Along with Hunter Bravo as chatter came in between other units. Still no Alex Connor. He watched the screen some more Then came the sound of gunfire. "The Hell was that?" Annabel asked. Annabel was also called 'The Poet', short for Edgar Allen Poe who wrote the poem 'Annabel Lee' Eric didn't mind Anna's style, nor did she ever say's anything about the mission. She was less trouble which equaled to easy working. "Sounds like Kalashnickov's AK-47s" Pual said. Eric looked over at Damian. "We might need a few right shields. I'm not sure what thos KA-60s drop, but I have a feeling we'll a firefight shortly." He looked over at the screen reading the life signs and vido feed back. Then more gun fire from the distance sounded again once more. "wanka, that sounds like it's on those buildings..." *** The four man NUC's had came across what seems to be a six more human's. They were all pin down. "Able 1, What the f--k is going on up there?!" Comms was really bad up to this point. " We came into Hard Contacts, They have us pin down!" The Captain didn't know what to expect. There was ready for the Assult and another men three hundred men ready to step in if this team is wiped out. Comm's was still on taking the sence of the fight to their imaginations, only speculating what could be happening. " Damnit, that BOW is behind us, SHOOT HIS--" the sounds of Rat-tat-tat-tat blairing over the radio's. Only thing was heard was caughing. It was very errie to listen. As the man seem to be spooked by something, praying and begging for his life, the man turn into sobbing then there came a wush sound along with screaming. "My god..." the spotter said. He walked over to the window and seen what he was seeing. The man was thrown off the roof. His screams louder and louder then the sound of metal denting. The Spotter had looked at the trucks down the street and the man had landed on the hood of the snap on truck. All was quiet. The captain looked at everyone. "Now they know were here, if they see that body..." *** Everyone had their guns raised, even for Eric, weilding his Glock 21 SF pointing at the door to the back. It went to show that his team was combat ready, that even a thud was all it took. "Slide that peek hole, tell me what you see?" Eric barked at Jericho. He open the door and looked out. "We're gonna have to go stealth with this one." Eric Nodded. Everybody went cloaked and moved as Jericho moved into the cab through the cab door. He looked around and looked at Eric. "Might wanna look at this" he said as he moved out. Eric moved to the cab and saw a body, with the Patches that said 'NUC'. He came back out of the cab and shut the door, everybody in unison decloaked. Eric called it in. "Alpha to Praetorian, Be advised: Team got visual of a dead Neo Umbrella Corp soldier in front of our mobile Command Truck Siarrah Oscar (Snap-On). Neo Umbrella are in the vasinaty," He tapped a few buttons on his Wrist gauntlet on his IFF. "He was confirmed as Tricell. How Copy."
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Apr 17, 2011 15:25:28 GMT -5
Post by Le Dark Wolf on Apr 17, 2011 15:25:28 GMT -5
They had observed the KA-60 circling about. The Umbrella Security Service team had advanced to meet it. Even with their optical camouflage systems in place, they exercised extreme caution. Taking refuge behind a B.S.A.A. humvee, the masked corporate soldiers watched as the Russian chopper landed, disembarking strangely clad soldiers in the process. There were several others performing a similar task all over the airport. It seemed to be an invasion of sorts. But this one that landed near the Black Operations Unit had the distinctly dubious honor of being within range of their iron sights. A silent order must have been given. The KA-60 began to attempt to leave. At the same time, the newly arrived soldiers had begun to advance. Opening fire and giggling like madmen. He had loaded a SIMON breach grenade as soon as the mechanical bird had appeared in view. The squad leader had been interested in examining their communications systems. He had worked in the field of surveillance and intelligence. Knowing the enemy, this is what Sun Tzu had recommended. Half the team moved into a flanking position, as the leader of the Umbrella Security Services unit took aim at the KA-60. A bullet was shot into the trap tail section of the rifle grenade. Its arming system activated and flew off the muzzle. The breach grenade traveled about 30 meters before smacking into the armored windshield of the Russian helicopter. Immediately, the blast wave knocked glass all over the place. If the pilots did not outright die from the explosion, they had suffered from heavy burns alongside stabbings from jagged glass. The helicopter did not tilt nor fall over, since it had hovered near ground, it simply landed. Emergency systems would initiate a shut off. Distracted, even for a momentary second, the new arrivals had been completely caught off guard. A trio of gas masked commandos appeared at their flank like armored ghosts. 5.56 rounds had cut the strange soldiers down. The squad leader stepped over the bodies of the vanquished. He checked the helicopter. It was still functioning. One of the pilots was dead. The other badly mangled, on the verge of death. Attaching a bayonet to his German assault rifle, the Umbrella soldier helped this man to the next life. It was then he began to tamper with the headset, and whatever surviving communication systems that was still operational within the semi-wrecked helicopter. “Zes area is secured, Unteroffizier” Praetorian Unit’s medic announced. She looked into the helicopter, and eyed the squad leader. ”Who are zes bastards venyways?” With a shrug the squad leader chucked the dead pilot’s helmet out into the open. It crashed into pavement, and rolled about a bit, before being smashed in by the heavy boots of the team’s demolition expert. “Some sort of Russian private military arm, something or other. I don’t think they are affiliated with us, at least not directly anyways.” The squad leader cloaked. A second later, the rest of the team followed. “Night Hag” he began, the squad leader preferred the medic’s last codename. “Take the team to check up on Xavier, I’ll continue to monitor the situation.” <*> It wasn’t a very graceful exit. On first glance it seemed that the prosthetic human had simply swung open a door. Jean Xavier was an observer too. The door frame buckled under her use of strength. Its heavy digital lock seemed to have caved in as it plummet the study facility’s glistening white walls. Yet the Lord of White Umbrella said nothing. Such a small matter in comparison to the smoking break he was having. He took a drag of the Vogues and then looked out one of the nearby windows. It was a war zone. The BSSA were engaging an unknown enemy with what meager equipment they possessed. Certainly, Xavier was not the one that sent such a force against them. It was…unnecessary. But he enjoyed the show, watching it unfold in all its deathly chaotic beauty. “Exquisite.” The Darkly Wolf whispered. Perhaps it was in reference to the battle outside, or the cigarette in his hand that was currently offering to her. “You don’t remember me, do you?” He smirked. Of course not, Chrome was always under ‘recall’. Rather odd for a prosthetic human being, one would say. “You’re a spinning image of a certain girl that used to work for me.” He eyed a ‘first aid spray’ and chuckled. With his free hand, ‘Mizu’ took off the masquerade mask. “But I remember… ‘now you listen to me, he said…’ and…” {Flashback: Memories of the Lost Days} “Now you listen to me!” The former drill instructor began. It was obvious that the former Marine Corps man was oblivious to the fact that he worked with an augmented humanoid weapon. White Umbrella’s research department had sent a new ‘toy’ to be trained, yet nobody had properly briefed the paramilitary training facility. It was thankful that the newly formed Umbrella Special Operations Command worked with different rules. Sergei Vladimir was indeed a man of vision. She was designated as ‘Chrome’, a next generation genetically augmented soldier. They had been watching her for a while. Despite the unorthodox dual-wielding, there was indeed some potential. She had disrespected orders during a weapon familiarization drill, and picked up two M249 saws. Better yet she had shot the weapons with pinpoint accuracy AND made a grown man soil himself. It amused the Umbrella Security Services team that was watching her. “What do you think, Shiro?” One of the masked men whispered through his integrated communication device. They were armed. “I think.” The squad leader took off his mask. He didn’t look like a soldier at all. His raven flocked hair was too long, and his grin was too wild. Too ‘pretty’ his colleagues would call him. The man’s thick French accent did not help. “I think that this will be fun. She’s done with weapons familiarization. I guess we can brief her on ‘strategy and tactics’. Something tells me she’s not a team player though.” <*> “Alpha to Praetorian, Be advised: Team got visual of a dead Neo Umbrella Corp soldier in front of our mobile Command Truck Sierra Oscar. Neo Umbrella personnel are in the vicinity. *static* He was confirmed as Tricell. *static* How copy?” Once again, the communication device buzzed alive. He was pulled away from his current tinkering. The squad leader radioed back to Alpha. ”Praetorian to Alpha, I copy your last. Remember to obtain their IFF tags. I want them. My team is currently split. Praetorian will be with the Dark Wolf. Since I am alone, I’ll be using our team’s older designation. I am now Delta. I repeat again, I am now Delta. Obtain the IFF tags; I’ll rendezvous with you near Jill’s bar, about 800 meters south east of the Study facility. Oh, and bring the laser targeting device, over and out.”
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Apr 17, 2011 16:50:55 GMT -5
Post by Big Boss, Lord of Light on Apr 17, 2011 16:50:55 GMT -5
A001 was in the central part of the airport terminal. The beast looked at the faces of the people cowering in fear of it. Airport security personnel stood around the creature, weapons aimed at it. For the briefest of moments, not a sound was made. The commotion outside was ignored, as the security personnel opened fire with their small arms at the tyrant. It stood stoically as the bullets hit it's thick flesh, barely even breaking the skin of the creature.
The Final Wave Trooper brought up the AK74 to it's shoulder and in one fluid motion, let loose a barrage of rounds into the throats of each of the security officers. As they lay on the ground, bleeding out. A001 continued through the terminal in search of it's target. The men and women in the terminal cowered out of the sight of the creature as it strode past them. It wasn't that it did not see them, it knew good and well how many people were in the area, it had taken a small calculation already and tallied it to around twenty five unarmed civilians. The creature did not care about them. They posed little to no threat to it or it's mission. It continued towards it's path to Ander's revenge. ********************************************************************* Ander watched the bloody conflict between A001 and the light security detail inside of the terminal. He was ecstatic with joy over how quickly it had dispatched the team, however, he was disheartened that it had taken so long to decide to kill them. What if the men had the knowledge of how best to kill it? Even though it would have the time to react in theory, how long would it take for his superior soldiers to process the threat? He would have to continue the simplification process to their programming. He was lost deep in thought as a crewman tried to get his attention.
"Doctor, one of the choppers has stopped moving!" the crewman shouted.
"What?"
"The helicopter's emergency crash landing system activated, shutting down helicopter's engine. Radio contact has been null....however systems show that everything should be nominal onboard."
Ander took a moment to think as he leaned back in his seat.
"Word from ground forces?" he asked, with a half smile.
"Null, sir."
"Pity....." Ander mused, as he blew out an exasperated breath. "Very well.....scuttle the helicopter....then...." he turned to the Fire Control Operator. "I want you to send forth our first volley." *********************************************************************** As the men looked at the downed KA-60, an alarm began to sound. The digital readouts on the cockpit controls started a countdown from sixty seconds. *********************************************************************** Other than the blaring of the alarm from the Soviet helicopter, there was not a sound to be heard outside. If one was looking up in the sky, they would see a strange sight. Strange aircraft bobbing and weaving in the air heading towards the tarmac of the airport. Upon closer inspection, they would see that each of the twenty of those craft looked like miniaturized WWII fighter planes.
One by one, each of the 'planes' made their way to the ground nose first. A reign of fire burst from the 'planes' as they crashed into the ground. This was followed by a secondary explosion created by the explosive compounds in the flying bombs. ******************************************************************* "Play my song!" Ander demanded, as he stood up from his seat and began to dance around the command deck. One of the crewmen acknowledged his demand and turned on the song 'Broken English'. Ander danced along and began to sing the tune along with the recording.
"It's just an old war, not even a cold war, don't say it in Russian, don't say it in German. Just say it in broken English!"
Ander stopped singing and looked back at the view screen. A001 could see the flames that had been caused by the strike.
"Look....the fire." Ander said in awe, as he returned to his seat. "Isn't it beautiful? In those sparks, I see the possibilities of people's lives. I see a thousand dreams being puffed out like a candle in those burning embers, gentlemen. I see the justice of this world.
"Remember, because there exist in this world random acts of injustice, there is no justice. Because innocence can be destroyed...." he paused, as he took a breath. "there is no innocence. Any who say they are defenders of justice and innocence are the greatest of fools!
"Today, we start avenging those injustices of the world, we show the world what it means to live in fear!"
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Falar
Zombie Hunter
If you hold on tightly, you may lose all hope without knowing.
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Airport
Apr 17, 2011 19:09:28 GMT -5
Post by Falar on Apr 17, 2011 19:09:28 GMT -5
The rumble of the M1 Abrams tanks was almost calming to the group of mercenaries in the Military Light Truck as they methodically checked their gear. They were a silent bunch, the silence pregnant with, to say very charitably, great unfriendliness and a sense of professional, if not a silent understanding that they were in this together. Hired by the same person and given the same mission, they would carry it out to the fullest of their capabilities without killing each other.
Only Elias and three others had anything resembling something like a companionship. They had been on a number of missions together and knew to look out for one another. They were the 'inner circle' for this mission and everyone knew it, which didn't help with the near singing dislike filling the covered rear of the truck.
There was a grudging respect in the air, almost pushing aside the dislike. The mercenaries maybe full of pride and out for themselves, but they each had a rep and each one was at least civilized about such things. It was just rare that they got to work with someone they respected or someone who respected them.
As it was Elias didn't acknowledge the presence of the other mercenaries, only the other three he knew, and to them he was cold. In this sort of life style one didn't get close to one's companions but didn't get too distant, too much of either one often left for messy, unfinished missions.
Elias was one for neither messy or unfinished missions, well not when he had to get the job done. As it was he had been paid rather handsomely to make things messy and from the sounds of things it was already messy.
Weight lurched as the truck slowed then stopped. It was one of several and looking outside showed the tanks still going full tilt at nearly thirty-five miles per hour. The blasts of their 105 mm L52 M68 rifled cannon thundered as the rounds smashed huge holes into one of the terminal buildings before crashing headlong into the walls, their heavy machine guns opening up on anyone living, civilian or otherwise.
The trucks began moving forward moving at an erratic speed toward the airport. The wired fences stood no chance as the trucks broke through them with a loud rattling clang that was punctuated when the trucks screeched to a halt.
The Mercenaries moved swiftly, exiting the trucks and scattering, small groups forming instinctively as the wolves of war ran free, most going on their own. Some cautious, some running head long, most just running to a vantage point or other 'viable' position. To them war wasn't just about killing another or staying alive.
This would be a war of territory for them. Where ever they went they'd mark it in any way they can, be it either with blood, limbs or urine, they would lay claim to the airport or die fighting for every inch.
Already the mercenaries were finding targets, either within or without buildings they killed without discrimination, with extreme prejudice as they went to work.
Already Elias was moving with his three companions. Moving swiftly yet silently. They had been given specific targets and given details none of the others had been given. Everyone had specific targets and objectives in mind. It didn't matter what was accomplished so long as the mercenaries did at least some of what they were told to do, which was easy enough for them.
Punctuating the already announced arrival of the mercenaries the tanks punched holes through the walls on the opposite wall of the terminal building they had blown into sending bits of wall and concrete out onto the already heavily damaged tarmac.
Only able to get a glance at the general destruction it was clear to Elias that an aerial assault had taken place, was still taking place for that matter. That didn't bode well for the mercenaries weaving through the debris bounding as a wolf through a forest.
Bursting into the door of one of the smaller buildings the mercenary ahead of Elias popped off three rounds as soon as he was in, a gurgle and three thumps was all that was needed even as the woman whispered into her mouth piece, "clear."
They flowed into the building, closing the door and locking it. They swiftly moved through the building, shooting the terminal personnel and any others they found, including several B.S.A.A. operatives. Taking the building and blocking the exits was easy, Elias and the woman who had first entered the building stood at the uppermost level, looking out at the tarmac. The other two were below, securing the lower levels.
"The tape?" Elias asked. The woman smiled almost fondly as she pulled the old cassette from her breast pocket, connecting a player to the computers they were at and turned it on, the song 'The World on fire' beginning to play within the building and the speakers placed near it.
Elias smiled as he looked at the woman. "This," he said. "This is love my dear."
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Airport
Apr 17, 2011 23:58:13 GMT -5
Post by Lunapocalypse on Apr 17, 2011 23:58:13 GMT -5
January 21st, 1999 Fort Hansen, Stalwart Island
White Division Training Company
Even when his olive fatigues were garnished with a lime green stain the Instructor refused to hold off his power of rank, albeit a little more reckless in application now. Trying to speak through his heavily warbling voice, "Don't!... a-aim a weapon- at, someone-" when Chrome smirked at his lack of composure was when he lashed out. 'Discipline' is what he had been taught to bring down. Not to mention, it was the second fundamental word of the Corporation's creed. The girl had to be obedient first. His right fist collided with her left cheek, hardly moving her an inch. The Instructor winced at several broken bones in his hand, regretting putting so much force behind the swing. Looking up to see a mischievous expression cast across the prosthetic girl's face. CRACKChrome jabbed him in the throat, reducing him to the ground into a fit of coughs. It didn't help that she had timed it with an exhale, "Wasn't pointing at you," she said in regard to his reaction, a stern face. What degree of nerve this man once had, hopefully, had been knocked straight out of him. Chrome didn't plan on killing anyone today. The resounding clatter of the SAW hitting the ground sounded like an air strike-- _____________________________________ Chrome snapped out as a bright orange hue painted everything in the airstrip, looking out the window to a cavalcade of chaos high ending the aerial highway to pieces. Her instincts were boiling, taking a step back in concern, "What is..." trying to gather bearings as the volume of war outside increased, "Shiro-" she looked back to the wolf. Repeated 50. caliber machine gun fire from somewhere on the base echoed about in her head. _____________________________________ A blanket of noise always existed on the training ground. No matter what time of the day, bullets from every degree were spent. It depicted the nature of the para-military force's lives; violent; simple and accurate. Chrome reveled in her selective hearing, the cochlear implants made quick work singling out sounds. Taking strides down a mud slick dirt parade, the girl left her target practice behind and her Instructor on the ground. Any thought of benevolence cast down along with her care for the man, she would only be issued another and her conditioning would continue.
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Airport
Apr 18, 2011 4:14:29 GMT -5
Post by soldier on Apr 18, 2011 4:14:29 GMT -5
"Praetorian to Alpha, I copy your last. Remember to obtain their IFF tags. I want them. My team is currently split. Praetorian will be with the Dark Wolf. *static* Since I am alone, I’ll be using our team’s older designation. I am now Delta. I repeat again, I am now Delta. Obtain the IFF tags; I’ll rendezvous with you near Jill’s bar, about 800 meters south east of the Study facility. Oh, and bring the laser targeting device, over and out."
The usual methods were the same. Eric William knew that a unit would be split up sooner or later. After the dead soldier fell from the building, it seemed like it was the start of something new. "Ok. Cloak up, people. Grab the riot shields we're going in" Eric had finally said. Annabel And Jeffy grabbed the shields as for Eric. "Bravo, Send a few men to Siarrah Oscar. Make sure no one goes Tampering. Out." As Eric said that the ghostly masked soldiers hopped out the back and allowed the five others in They shut the door behind them.
His team moved to the to the front pulling the man off. His team pulled up in a tight formation. Eric looked at the man then shoot his head. "Looks like he was shot then choaked, bloody bastard" He reached into his sleeve and pulled a knife out of his sheath, cutting off the gauntlet from the soldier and taking the cord to his gauntlet into the man's gauntlet, tapped a few buttons. The message from the computer display read Synic IFF TAG? He tapped the Yes display and it start to load. "Got movement. Six guys coming out of the ally Armed to the teeth with AKs" said Damian. It was more hushed for just his men to hear him. Eric looked up. "Stick your men, I'll take the muppet on point and straggler" He whispered. "Middle guy" Jeff replied "Second to last" Annabel said next "first to second" Jericho told the rest" "Guy in Third" Damian said in a cold voiced. As every team followed their targets until they got in the perfect spot right infront of them. Eric a good a good blood curtaling shout spooking them. they had all looked around then every last one of them took bullets to the head with soundless click. "let's move." Eric ordered.
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