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Armory
Mar 11, 2010 12:19:43 GMT -5
Post by Lunapocalypse on Mar 11, 2010 12:19:43 GMT -5
Both the Espionage Faction and S.T.A.R.S. Faction will find their assigned armories here. There is a more appropriate, private armory and changing room further down the back for the Espionage members. Each of you all have your own locker and safe key combination, don't forget it, last thing we need is another maintenance personnel member having to come down and open your locker with a pair of bolt cutters, and above that is the open armory for further selections of weapons. If you want to get straight into the thick of it though we do have our standard loadout:
- SIG 556 - Beretta 92FS
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Armory
Apr 13, 2010 22:52:28 GMT -5
Post by .Merios on Apr 13, 2010 22:52:28 GMT -5
Spencer stepped through the sliding glass door. Empty. Just how he liked it. His thoughts were clouded with ideas on how to run the mission, but his thirst for some sort of guidance was sated when he saw a small keypad next to a locked iron door. He walked to it and his fingers flitted over the keys. The system gave a satisfying beep and the door slid open. Before him lay a large room. As he stepped inside, the lights above him flickered to life. It was almost like a warehouse, but the size of the room was confusing; odd angles permeated from the edges of the room outward. An array of weapons dotted the perforated bulletin board, held in place by straight pins and bent hooks.
He gave the room a glance and noticed a rather new addition- two large metal boxes. They had some kind of lock on them- a small red light was blinking on the front of it. Curiosity always killed the cat, but Spencer wasn't about to let an old adage like that keep a hold of him. His right foot moved in front of his left as he neared the crates. He slowly stopped in front of them and took a knee, moving his right hand up to slide along the top of the box. Spencer looked closely, examining the odd container, his mind wandering and making assumptions what could possibly be inside.
He stood up and then looked to the door as several men entered, all geared up and fully equipped to the gills with regulation munitions. Spencer looked to them and gave them a nod as he stepped out of the room, the men stepping past him and stopping at the crate. They reached down and pulled up on the two crates, lifting them into the air and walking out with them, not making eye contact or a sound. Spencer knew what this meant, and he sighed then moved his hand to his belt and withdrew his cell phone. He pressed the "Call" button and held it in, bringing up a page menu. He pressed the "Down" button a few times before reaching one name, "Kruger". He pressed "OK" then scrolled down to the name "Dean"; his thumb once again pressed "OK". He then slid the phone into his pocket.
His new friend, Pandora was in the meeting and she knew when liftoff was- he didn't need to look over her as much as the newbies. He stuffed the phone back in his pocket and headed into the locker rooms. He went to his locker, which was numbered "42". It was unlocked, which is normal. Not too many people were big thieves in BSAA, and it's not like there weren't cameras everywhere-even in the locker rooms. He opened the door and smirked, reaching in for his bulletproof vest. He snatched it with his right hand and un-velcro'ed it. He then slid it over his chest, pressing it together. Taking a few minutes, he slid into his vest and attached his shoulder harness, making sure his combat knife was secure and his rifle was in place. He would take up the support role for the mission, which meant he's the eyes and the ears.
Within another few minutes, he was up and out the door. His rifle was cradled in his hand now as he stepped out the door. He took the strap and slung it over his body. His Samurai Edge was nestled tightly in his hip holster, swaying with his movements as he jogged towards the airport. He pulled out his cell phone and dialed a number, pressing it to his ear.
[Spencer has left the Armory]
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Kruger
Zombie Hunter
War cat dose not approve of your actions. 0.0
Posts: 270
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Armory
Apr 16, 2010 0:20:48 GMT -5
Post by Kruger on Apr 16, 2010 0:20:48 GMT -5
Lee went into the armory to grab his gear. In the back of his mind he was in a head rush. He didn't know how long he had to get ready. He just knew that he had to get ready. As he went to the lockers and went to number 203. He grabbed out his ACU top and put it on. Then he grabbed out his vest and undid the straps to it. He slid it over his head and pulled the straps tightly around his sides. Then he connected them with the other ends securing the vest tightly to his body. He then pulled out his gloves and slid them on as fast as he could.
After securing the gloves around his wrist he proceeded to grab his knee pads. He slid one on and quickly tightened the strap and grabbed the other and did the same. He then grabbed his elbow pads and did the same with them. The next two things he got was a gas mask[just in case] and his helmet. He then quickly went into the weapon room with his helmet and gas mask in both hands. He then remembered something and went back to the locker room. He sat the helmet and gas mask down. He then grabbed the last thing out of his locker. His leg holster for a pistol. He quickly secured it, grabbed his gas mask and helmet. Then he went back into the weapon room.
He sat down the helmet and gas mask. Then he grabbed a M92 FS and put a clip in it. He then put it in the holster and he grabbed four more mags for it and put them into the mag pouches on his vest. He then grabbed five Sig 556 clips loaded with armor piercing rounds and then he put them into his vest pouches. He then grabbed A Sig 556 assault rifle and put a fore grip and a reflex scope on it. He then grabbed another clip loaded with the same ammo and put it in the gun. He then cocked the gun twice to see if it wasn't going to jam. He then pulled the clip out and put the bullet back it. Then he put it back in the gun and then he put the gun on safety. Then he slung to his back and he pulled out his pistol. He put a laser pointer on it and cocked it twice to make sure it wasn't going to jam either. He then pulled the mag out and put the bullet back in. He then put the clip back in it, put it in the holster and grabbed his gas mask and helmet. He then ran out the door heading for the heliport.
[Lee left the armory]
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Armory
Apr 16, 2010 2:21:48 GMT -5
Post by hades on Apr 16, 2010 2:21:48 GMT -5
Dean entered the armory, having gotten a message on his cell to report for a mission and gear up. As he entered the armory where he had stored his heavier gear earlier, he sighed slightly, and headed to his locker. He proceeded to open his locker, and retrieved his vest and jacket, unhooking the shoulder holstered Beretta 93-r before shrugging on the equipment. He checked the gear tabs on the vest, making sure everything was secured, and then reattached his primary sidearm to the holster straps built into the side of the vest. Once that was completed, he retreived his other sidearm, an old and worn Colt 1911 and a simple thigh holster on a drop down leg pad, attaching that to his vest's belt and cinching the straps tight. After checking that, he retreived his primary rifle, the Ultimax 100 Machine gun, and checked the strap to make sure it was secure across his chest, slipping the magazine out before replacing it to make sure it was loaded. He grabbed the rest of the miscellanious gear, including ammo and mags for the weapons, and headed out to the heliport.
[Dean has left the Armory]
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Armory
Jun 20, 2011 17:21:25 GMT -5
Post by Rhinn on Jun 20, 2011 17:21:25 GMT -5
[Richard, Maggie and George entering from Briefing Room]
Maggie pushed open the door to the armory, first typing in her code to enter. She heard the click and entered. Inside was a set of lockers that were arranged along the longest wall. On the opposite was wall the armory, carbines and assault weapons lining the hooks on the walls with the handguns in cases below it. In the corner were shelves of ammo of every type imagined.
"So we load up heavy, I say. Take as much ammo as we can carry, and if we can get some explosives... then all the better."
Maggie was finishing up her summary of the mission for George. She explained that they were going to recover a downed Chinook with 3 crates on them and a Blackhawk would be dropping them and escorting them back. If the helo wouldn't fly, then the crates would be loaded onto the Blackhawk and an Osprey would be on station to pick up the team.
Of course Maggie mentioned to him that it would just be easier to take the Osprey and that it could carry the team and the crates.
She walked over to her locker and dialed in the combo. Opening it, she took out her Sig556 Carbine and her service pistol, the Beretta Cougar. Being a pilot meant that she usually kept smaller guns. She laid them on the table and then pulled out her own pistol, a customized 1911 and placed it beside the others. Next came her cleaning kit and a rag. Then she sat down and dropped the mags out of each of the guns. Picking up the 1911, she began to take it apart.
"So what are each of your stories?", she asked. "We got some time to kill before we head to Jill's Bar."
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Armory
Jun 21, 2011 8:15:16 GMT -5
Post by Mikey on Jun 21, 2011 8:15:16 GMT -5
Richard had stayed quiet for the walk to the armory, going over the list of what he wanted to grab when he got there. He had a few selections. He had his own personal weapons, the weapons that the BSAA had in stock. It would all depend. For practicality’s sake, he was thinking of taking the SIG rifle so he could share ammo with other squad members. Come to think of it, they would all be using a SIG rifle. He was the only STARS member, he was the only one who was cleared at all times to use his own weapons. Sometimes they could get clearance to use their own weapons, but not often.
They arrived to the armory, and Richard broke away from the other two for a moment. He got to his own locker in the STARS area and opened it up, pulling out his rifle and another few odds and ends. Piling them into his arms, he went back to the table and plopped them onto a table that wasn’t being used. Taking off his jacket and tossing it on a bench, the rig he wore now was visible. He seemed to be heavily armed, for just being around base. But he had been in safe areas that had become unsafe several times and he wasn’t going to rely on looking for a gun to scavenge again.
Pulling out his handgun, a P226 Blackwater Tactical, and ejected the magazine and chambered round. He still had a knife sheathed at his side, a ballistic knife, with two spare blades. The shoulder holster housed two spare magazines on the left side, while a belt pouch held eight different magazines. At twenty rounds per magazine, he carried a total of two hundred and twenty rounds. He usually went into an area with only his sidearm, so having an excess of rounds was always a good idea.
"So what are each of your stories? We got some time to kill before we head to Jill's Bar." She asked. He looked up as he took a look at his rifle, an AK-103. The new version of the full sized AK-47. Totally black instead of the blued and wooden look of the older weapon, it kept the same design it always had.
“Me, born in Russia. Grandfather, Spetsnaz. Father, Spetsnaz. Uncles, Spetsnaz. Brothers and me, Spetsnaz. Me, only one who make it to Alpha Group.” He explained as he checked the breech on his weapon. He racked the bolt and shouldered it, aiming at the wall and dry firing. Still worked just find.
“That is all to tell. I join BSAA after first outbreak.” He said.
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Southern Son
Zombie Hunter
Nothing is true; everything is permitted.
Posts: 312
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Armory
Jun 22, 2011 9:58:20 GMT -5
Post by Southern Son on Jun 22, 2011 9:58:20 GMT -5
*George had paced to one of the lockers of which where his gear remains. As Maggie and Richard were engaging their lockers, George was as well. George thought it was hysterical that they would be wearing kevlar vest while fighting zombies. Zombies don't shoot back, so why where any protection at all? At least, that's what was running through his mind at the time he was attaching the stuff to his body.
As well as using the sling of the SIG to wrap around his frame. Having the pistol holster on his side, and some hand grenades attached to lower left abdominal part. Having the ammo pouches full of reserved ammo, he began to lace his boots as he had sit upon the wooden bench in there. Glancing to the side, to see that they were finished. George took his time at doing so to make sure he wouldn't forget anything. Once he got finished, he heard Maggie speak, and then Richard.*
• George • "My story huh? Well, I'm the son of a dignified boxer. Myself, I've became more then a boxer. Now, the physical training I have endured over the years no longer matters. And when I killed my first zombie, it grown to me as I killed more. I just like to send them to their true death."
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Armory
Jun 22, 2011 17:41:02 GMT -5
Post by Rhinn on Jun 22, 2011 17:41:02 GMT -5
Maggie grinned at George's quasi-cryptic answer. She fed the barrel back into the 1911, adding in the spring and then slide the assembly back onto the lower portion of the gun. Then she loaded up it's mag with .45 rounds and grabbed 3 more magazines for it, loading them as well. Then she loaded up her Cougar mags and checked the gun over. She had cleaned it just yesterday and not fired it since.
Lastly was the Sig556. She began to take it apart to clean it.
"Well I'm an Ex-Marine helo pilot, who just loves to shoot the undead. I'm hoping to find my ex-commanding officer out there as a zombie so that I may blow it to hell. Other than that, I'm here because they supply some of the coolest guns and all the ammo I need."
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Armory
Jun 25, 2011 8:16:19 GMT -5
Post by Mikey on Jun 25, 2011 8:16:19 GMT -5
Raising an eyebrow at George, a man who seemed to take himself too seriously, Richard placed the latest loaded 7.62x39mm magazine near its twins and began loading another. He was going to take six of them, five in his rig and one in the weapon itself. A total of one hundred and eighty rounds. Four hundred rounds, between his two weapons. That should be enough.
He loaded the vest he was going to be taking, a custom job that slipped over his normal shoulder holster, allowing him to access the pieces on it and still bear a load of combat gear. Also installed onto the vest were three grenade pouches, a radio slot, and some large packs for excess gear. He filled it all with a few odds and ends, his ammo, explosives, and set it aside as he tucked his sidearm back into its holster and put his jacket back on. The temperature in the armory had to be eighty degrees, but he was wearing his jacket and a wool cap. He had been for some time, actually.
“Almost ready?” He asked as he packed his gear to be dropped off at the airfield on the way to the bar. That way it could be held there and they could pick it up right when they left.
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Armory
Jun 25, 2011 19:12:38 GMT -5
Post by Rhinn on Jun 25, 2011 19:12:38 GMT -5
Maggie nodded. She put her last mag into her vest. Her's matched that of a SWAT officers, but wasn't labeled. She carried 3 mags for her Cougar with another in the pistol... 4 mags for the Sig, another one in the carbine... and then 2 for her 1911 with another one loaded in. It would weight her down a bit, but the journey from the Blackhawk to the Chinook would be short. She thought about grabbing some grenades, but she had only used them in bootcamp and that had been years ago.
No sense in taking a weapon she wasn't comfortable with.
"Yeah, I need a drink." She stuck all her gear back in her locker. She would come in here early tomorrow and get ready. The only gun she took with her was her 1911, which she put in a holster at her waist. She looked over at George. "You ready?"
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Southern Son
Zombie Hunter
Nothing is true; everything is permitted.
Posts: 312
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Armory
Jun 26, 2011 18:49:08 GMT -5
Post by Southern Son on Jun 26, 2011 18:49:08 GMT -5
*Listening to Maggie speak, George turned his head back to his locker, while shuffling through. To Maggie's and Richard's surprise, they noticed George was taping his hands before sliding the gloves over his fists. George glances, spotting the eye balling from the two. Simply cracking a smirk, tilting his head to glare back into the locker. Gripping onto the tactical watch and slides it across the back of his hand to fit the wrist of the glove on his right hand.
Installing the radio device into the slot of which appear to be around his upper chest, to eventually hook the wire around the back of his shirt, and pulling the headset onto his ear. The microphone was adjustable, and he pulled it down near his lips. Everything else, was good to go. That being because George likes to say dressed for drastic reasons. Except he didn't have his gear on him, mostly contained the clothing, melee vest, and bulletproof vest.
The sling of the Sig was hugging George's frame, he was slotting the ammo for his Beretta before sticking into the leg holster. Stepping to the side, and does some stretches as Maggie and Richard were talking among themselves. Once finished, George paced over to them, and heard Maggie asking him if he was ready.*
• George • "Yes ma'am."
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Armory
Jun 28, 2011 23:11:25 GMT -5
Post by Rhinn on Jun 28, 2011 23:11:25 GMT -5
Maggie slammed the locker and motioned toward the door.
"Well Jill's is calling my name and it is a bit of a way away."
Maggie pushed open the door and walked through. "The Blackhawk we will be using is on Helo Pad 4-Seven. We meet there tomorrow at 0600 hours so that means that we need to get our drinking done early. There is a car that can get us over to Jill's so that we don't have to drive."
She smiled at the guys. "That's another thing that I like about the BSAA. They help us drink responsibly."
{I didn't know if you both wanted to sim out Jill's Bar or if you want to jump right into the mission. I'm up for either.}
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Armory
Jun 30, 2011 4:54:19 GMT -5
Post by Mikey on Jun 30, 2011 4:54:19 GMT -5
(I’d prefer to go straight to the mission, personally.)
Richard let out a chuckle at the mention of the jeep that acted as the designated driver.
“Da. Bad public image for agent to crash into power pole.” He said with another laugh. He doubted any of them would be getting that drunk tonight anyway. He, for one, wouldn’t be getting drunk at all. He rarely drank for any occasion. And he was surely not drinking at all tonight, before an assignment. It was bad policy.
He took a seat in the back of the jeep, thankful that they didn’t have to be anywhere in a hurry. The last time that had happened, the jeep had gotten a flat tire and he had had to run over a mile in less then six minutes to make his flight. He’d made it, but it had taken him the better part of twenty minutes to catch his breath.
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Southern Son
Zombie Hunter
Nothing is true; everything is permitted.
Posts: 312
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Armory
Jul 10, 2011 17:52:43 GMT -5
Post by Southern Son on Jul 10, 2011 17:52:43 GMT -5
OOC: Sorry guys, I can't think of anything to post at all. I'll pass my turn up. So one of y'all can continue now. I apologize for the long wait.
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Armory
Jul 11, 2011 12:03:47 GMT -5
Post by Rhinn on Jul 11, 2011 12:03:47 GMT -5
(ooc - No problem. I was on vacation and expecting to have good internet connection, but I didn't. I'll just go ahead and start the mission. When I get the first post up, I'll edit this post with the link.) EDIT - Here is the link to the mission!
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