|
Post by Lunapocalypse on Mar 23, 2010 7:58:01 GMT -5
A little country town in central Mississippi located away from any bodys of water. With a population of no more then 2500 people, the community took a fairly heavy hit from the outbreak, but the locals fought hard to keep parts of the city safe. You wont find any malls, but smalltime stores and eateries are plenty.
|
|
Southern Son
Zombie Hunter
Nothing is true; everything is permitted.
Posts: 312
|
Post by Southern Son on Jun 19, 2011 13:54:48 GMT -5
*Pulling into the small town of Florence, they weren't expecting to drift away from Louisiana to Mississippi. Arriving into the small town, expecting to search for a police station because it's the closest one to their recent location. That, and because it was closer to the location of where Leah was suspected to be. Roaming through the streets, Rodney scanning each block he zooms pass.
Shane and Kyle following behind him because he's the one with the map. Knowing where he's going, he knew where the police station was. Although they haven't realized that it may not be the best place to look, but might as well try. Nothing much to lose except for time. Realizing that most of the citizens of this place have either evacuated, or have been killed.
The two following Rodney, noticed that he has come to a stop. Once they noticed, they looked up to spot the police station. The two pulling up beside him, not even going to bother parking in the parking spaces. Rodney kicked the kick stand out, and shuffled off the bike. Turning to the side, as Shane and Kyle were making their way out of their vehicles.*• Rodney • "Well boyz, here we are." • Shane • "How lovely, eh." *Shane clearly gotten out of the 240 already. However, Kyle was taking his time removing himself from the Titan. Rodney took it upon himself to slides out the Eagle from his chest. Shane spots this, and then swings his AK around to where it's in his grasp. The two began to approach the station as Kyle slammed the Titan door. Glancing to his side, to see the two are going to the main door way.*• Kyle • "Ay... We shouldn't just barge in 'ere." *Rodney lowered his gun as he turned to face Kyle. Shane doing the same thing, except he kept the AK up.*• Rodney • "Why not?" • Kyle • "I think we should look around the whole buildin' first, to make sure we won't be settin' ourselves into a zombie-infested slaughterhouse." • Shane • "Securing the perimeter, as the cops would say." • Rodney • "Huh... Ya know, I don't want us to split up, that's just askin' for it. Besides, we're not exactly zombie experts when it comes to killin' the sumb*tches. If anything guys, we need to stay together." • Kyle • "For all we know, we could be goin' up against a zombie army in there." • Shane • "OR...! There can be hundreds of people in there, a mixture of cops and survivors, including Leah." • Rodney • "Yeah Kyle, try to be optimistic eh?" • Kyle • "It's real hard to be optimistic right now, Rod. But I guess 2 over 1 is gonna be a winner. I'll follow y'all." • Rodney • "Alright, good deal." *At that, Rodney pulled his Eagle back up as he made his way to the main entrance. Of course, the door was tightly locked with chains. Rodney facepalmed himself as he stood up still. Tilting his body around to glare to Shane and Kyle. The two were cracking a smirk to him after seeing his reaction.*• Rodney • "Dammit... There has to be a way in there." • Shane • "Yeah there is, try shooting those locks and chains." • Rodney • "Wow... Why didn't I think of that." *Rodney pulled his Eagle up, aiming at the chains. But, Kyle stepped in and pulled up his shotgun. Rodney seeing that Kyle wanted to shoot it, and Rodney remembered he didn't have much ammo for the Eagle anyways, so he allowed Kyle to go at it. Rodney stepped back, and Kyle blasted the chains. It all crumbling to the ground, as the door is now openable.*• Rodney • "Aight... Let's go get 'er."
|
|
|
Post by Rhinn on Jul 11, 2011 13:07:53 GMT -5
[Maggie, Richard, and George leave BSAA HQ and are entering Florence, Mississippi]
==0600 Hours ==
Maggie placed her helmet on her head and then dialed in the squads’ comm. Frequency. She was dressed in the basic BSAA Agent Uniform with a tactical vest holding most of her equipment. Her weapons differed slightly from the approved list with her carrying a 556 Carbine and a Cougar. Her backup weapon was in a shoulder holster… a 1911.
The sun was just coming up over the ocean and she took a moment to enjoy the view. So many times, people just did the day to day activities without really enjoying the beauty of nature. She took time out to do so. The smell of jet fuel and the whine of propeller blades filled her senses and she looked over to see Marks and Thomason bringing the chopper up to speed. She glanced over at Jai and smiled.
“Looks like we are just along for the ride on this one.”
Jai nodded and hefted his Sig 556. He sported the typical weapon configuration of the Sig 556 and the Beretta 92FS. George and Richard were just approaching as Marks signaled for them to board. Maggie hunched over and jogged to the Blackhawk cargo compartment. The door was open and as she approached she could see the 4 man crew inside, getting ready to lift off.
She jumped in first and slid all the way over to the other end of the helo, taking up position on the outer most seat. From here she could open the door and shoot out. Jai slide in right next to her and immediately closed his eyes. Maggie suppressed a snort. Jai could sleep anywhere and at anytime.
As the propellers spun faster, she nodded to George and Richard as they entered the helo.
“Marks, is there any change to the mission?” Maggie assumed it would have been communicated to all but she just wanted to make sure.
“That’s a negative Princess. We are good to go.”
“DON’T CALL ME PRINCESS UNLESS YOU WANT A 1911 WHIPPING ACROSS THE BACK OF YOUR HEAD!” Maggie yelled over the mike. “Just get us off the ground.”
The Blackhawk, with all its passengers, lifted off the tarmac at the BSAA base. It would be just a short 3 hour ride to the outskirts of Forence, Mississippi. That would give them 6 hours to get the Chinook ready or else scuttle it. As the Colonel said, it should be a dew run…
But when did Maggie ever put too much stock into what was suppose to happen.
|
|
Southern Son
Zombie Hunter
Nothing is true; everything is permitted.
Posts: 312
|
Post by Southern Son on Jul 11, 2011 15:26:03 GMT -5
OOC:Oh goodie, I'mma have two characters in same area... Lol. I'mma let Mikey go next. Then I'll rp with George, and then with Rodney.
|
|
|
Post by Mikey on Jul 13, 2011 2:01:02 GMT -5
Richard probably would have been catching a few Z’s as well, if he hadn’t have slept so good the night before. He hadn’t actually drank, just like he told himself he wouldn’t, and had gotten to bed at a fairly early two am. Four hours of sleep was plenty of time for him. They’d pounded that into them in boot camp.
He busied himself for a few minutes checking the gear that he hadn’t had with him at all times since he had checked it in the armory. Everything was as he left it, just as he figured. But it never hurt to check. So, he had killed four minutes. What to do with the other two hours and fifty six minutes? Boy oh boy… He’d like a cigarette right about now, but someone would have a s*** fit if he lit one up on the chopper. Even though there wasn’t an actual danger to it… He’d done it before.
So, he decided to just sit and do what he did best. Losing himself deep in thought, he started to go over tactics in his head. What to do if this happened, or if an enemy did that. He didn’t do this normally, but before an assignment was common. It helped to keep him sharp. And in Spetsnaz, they had always had a good long wait before they were deployed.
|
|
Southern Son
Zombie Hunter
Nothing is true; everything is permitted.
Posts: 312
|
Post by Southern Son on Jul 17, 2011 6:21:01 GMT -5
*Glancing around the compressed room that is of the helicopter, noticing that his comrades are talking among themselves. Cracking jokes, telling tales, attempting to have a good time. George felt that gossip and socializing was unnecessary at this point. He just desired to fulfill his task at hand, and do it without asking questions.
Understanding the fact that his comrades are indeed human, and theres nothing wrong with trying to be optimistic during the apocalypse. It's just Georges' ego couldn't allow him to lower his standards just so that he can make friends as they may die in the future. To him, they were just soldiers. Nothing more, nothing less.
Although as he rested his head back, contemplating the limitless possibilities that this mission may bring. He wished not to be heartless, because he wouldn't want someone to look at him the same way he looks at them. It's just a flaw in his personality that he has trouble adjusting. Not being the most friendly person on the chopper, and possibly the most dangerous.
Closing his eyes his head was pressed upon the rest of his seat. The headgear he was wearing only produced radio transmission that sounded scrambled, and words that were being spoken by the pilots. During these hours, he would attempt to tone those voices out so that perhaps he could have some quiet time. For some reason, he sorta figured that wouldn't happen.*
Meanwhile...
*Will be edited in later...*
|
|
|
Post by Rhinn on Jul 22, 2011 10:04:07 GMT -5
"Look alive back there. We are coming upon Florence. It isn't very big, but it is heavily wooded in areas. I'm going to swing around the perimeter and look for the crash site. Then, if we can, we will land. Otherwise, get your rapelling gear ready."
That was Marks, the copilot. The Blackhawk had made good time and they were nearing their destination. Maggie sat up a bit and checked her weapon again. She didn't expect any danger... but she was always ready for it. She kept her eyes out the window, looking for the big whirlie bird... or trouble.
Meanwhile Jai was manning a machine gun at the auxiliary door. They'd go down first and set up while he covered them with the machine gun. Then he would come down.
As they rounded the small town, Maggie noted how isolated it was from civilization. Only one road entered and left the town. She couldn't see anyone out on the streets... it was almost like it was deserted.
"Do you see anything on that side", she called to George. "It's strange that no one is outside."
|
|
|
Post by Mikey on Jul 25, 2011 6:34:04 GMT -5
“Not strange.” Richard said, looking at the empty street. He racked a round into the chamber of his rifle.
“People here. Hiding.” He said in a low voice. “Ambush coming.” He said. He was sure of it… It was what he would have done. He was thoroughly convinced that the danger was here somewhere. Why else would the first chopper have gone down? They knew it had come under fire. That told him that someone was here.
“There…” He said quietly, snapping his rifle over to the spot where he saw movement. He couldn’t see what it was, but he was sure something had moved.
|
|
|
Post by Rhinn on Jul 29, 2011 11:53:03 GMT -5
{ooc - Moving on]
Maggie's response to Richard was cut off by Marks.
"We've found it, Get ready to unload." The Blackhawk slowed until it hovered above the ground. Maggie looked over the edge of the helo and down. Sitting in the brush between two hedges was the Chinook Helo. It seemed intact, until you got around to the other side of it and saw that it was peppered with small arms fire. Towards the back of the helo, the paint and metal was scarred and black, from what Maggie had to assume was a small explosive. Too big for an explosive round, but too small to be a missile. She figured it was an rpg.
"Helo locked in hover. Go!" called out Thomason. Maggie nodded and dropped the rope over the side of the helo. Hooking on her harness, she grabbed her Sig 522 and then threw herself over the side. Using her hand to guide her descent,she stopped herself just a foot above the ground. Then she let go and dropped, her feet landing on firm ground.
Her rifle was up and she was scanning the area instantly. The fact that no one had greeted them made her wary. She looked up to see the Richard and George start to make their descent. Jai was still in the window, manning the machine gun, providing cover. He would come down last.
Maggie waited for the others before entering the helo. No telling what waitied for them so she wasn't going to take any chances.
|
|
|
Post by Mikey on Aug 8, 2011 13:44:07 GMT -5
Tightening the grip on his rifle, Richard looked at the wrecked helicopter as though it would spring to life and attack. He was really weary of anyone who might be hiding inside, waiting to ambush them. He had seen movement earlier. No one acknowledged it, but he was sure he had seen it. His eyes were sharper than ever, and if he were going to set up an ambush, he could see thirty different places to do it.
Taking a look at Maggie and pressing his rifle tightly to his shoulder, he nodded to the hatch as he moved toward it. He grasped it with his left hand, the right still on the grip. He mouthed out the number three, and took a look around. Others had their weapons trained on the hatch already. He mouthed two, and he saw everyone tense up for what they would find.
He mouthed one, and the creak of the hatch filled the air as light flooded into the Chinook from the multiple weapon lights mounted to various rifles and shotguns.
|
|
|
Post by Rhinn on Aug 8, 2011 16:55:17 GMT -5
Maggie targeted down and to the corner of the bay. She saw that Richard was targeting down the middle. Her mouth gaped as she looked inside. It looked like a warzone. Wires were torn free from the inside and she could see all the way through to the open door to thecockpit. The cockpit was trashed as well. The consoles were destroyed and one of the chairs was ripped of its base and laid on its side. The inside was smeared with dried brown blood.
This bird wasn’t going anywhere. She turned to yell up at Marks to send down the team, when a glint in the distance caught her vision. At first she couldn’t make out what it was, but when her mind formed it into something that she could understand.
The Blackhawk had just started to move as Maggie yelled and threw herself into the Chinook.
“INCOMING!!!”
A missile, probably a shoulder mounted RPG streaked in at the Blackhawk. As it was hovering there, they were a sitting duck. The missile slammed into the hull of the Blackhawk, just below the rotor assemby. The explosion ate through the cockpit and the cargo area. The last that Maggie saw was the surprise and fear in Jai’s face before the bird exploded. The fireball rolled toward the Chinook and Maggie crawled further into the craft. She felt the heat on the back of her legs through her uniform and on her neck. She also felt searing heat as little shards of metal embedded in her legs. Then the shriek of metal as the remains fell from the sky and crashed into the ground.
By now, Maggie was up on her feet, feeling the pain of her injuries. Her Sig 522 was aimed about the rear of the cargo hold in the direction of where the missile came from.
“Who else is alive?” she yelled, trying to get a handled on the situation. “Richard, George, are you still out there?” Those were the only ones that she remembered seeing rappel down from the bird.
Then the small arms fire began. It was sporadic as it glanced off the side of the chinook, but Maggie could tell about three different calibers hitting the bird. She dove again for the ground, but didn’t return fire. They couldn’t see what they were shooting at and she didn’t want to waste any ammo.
They needed to retreat. As the fire on them intensified.. and became more accurate, Maggie threw herself through the opposite hatch and out onto the ground. "Follow me." She called over her shoulder. Then she ducked down and began to climb her way through the thick brush down toward a gulley. So far their escape was blocked from the burning craft and whoever was shooting at them thought they were still in the chinook. As she stopped to catch her breath, she saw one of the uniformed soldiers step out into a clearing.
TRICELL!!
She turned her gun on a movement and then brought it back around when she realized it was Richard.
"Where's George?"
{OOC - S.Wolf, you can come in whenever you feel like it. The area is crawling with Tricell agents. Southern Son, I left your character alive and on the ground, so if you still wish to continue, please post.}
|
|
|
Post by Mikey on Aug 13, 2011 5:49:31 GMT -5
Richard mentally kicked himself for not seeing the rocket before it had done it’s damage. He should have seen it coming. He knew this was going to happen, and he hadn’t been able to do anything to stop it. And that meant a lot of people were dead.
Not stopping to dwell on it just yet, Richard had dove to the side and took cover on the outside of the Chinook. The hull was still in tact enough to keep him safe from shrapnel. But it left him exposed to the gunfire closing in on them. He ran to cover as he blindly fired his AK off to the side, the rounds cutting into the forest indiscriminately. He was just in time to meet Maggie as she threw open the next hatch and started into the thick woods.
Following her into the hiding spot, he was quick to react when she turned her gun on him. Redirecting it with his free hand to point out to the side, she soon calmed down when she recognized him. She asked where George was, and Richard shook his head to indicate that he didn’t know. He hadn’t kept an eye on the other man, he had simply gotten to cover when he could.
Putting his finger to his lips, he gave her the sign to be quiet as he slung his rifle over his shoulder. If one of them came over the ridge, they had to take him out quietly. Drawing his knife, he pulled out a pin from the red button of the ballistic knife and kept his thumb on it. They could turn the situation around if they coordinated correctly. And got a bit lucky. It was most likely hopeless, but part of his training had been to keep going no matter what. Even if it was to death, he‘d keep going.
|
|
Southern Son
Zombie Hunter
Nothing is true; everything is permitted.
Posts: 312
|
Post by Southern Son on Aug 21, 2011 11:31:44 GMT -5
*Quite an unfortunate turn of events have came to pass. The BSAA agents were propelling from their helicopter to touch the ground. Not expecting their helicopter to get blown to smithereens before they even had a chance to observe the area. The grappling wire that the agents were hanging from snapped, and all men hit the ground. The smoke that emitted from the numerous explosions made vision nearly impossible. George was on his back, staring up through the smokey fumes. The helicopter eventually crashed into the woods that were near them, and caused yet another explosion. Before this day was over, their hearing may be impaired.
Eventually, George raises himself up, glancing to the side to see a group of people that engaged in gunfire. Scanning their attires, and it was indeed Tricell agents. George threw himself over, to crawl across the pavement that he had splattered on. His legs were feeling a bit numb from the impact. Luckily, they weren't broken. Continuing to crawl, he eventually reaches a building that had a small staircase to the entrance. Peering above, to see that the glass doors have been shattered. Allowing him to sneak inside and mentally recover from what just happened. He had to thrust himself from the ground as he lunged his way into the building. In hopes that the aggressive Tricell soldiers hadn't spotted him doing so.
Landing inside, catching himself by rolling across the floor. He didn't think he would've tripped over the top step since he was desperately eager to get inside that he was so careless. The lobby of the building he ran inside of, seemed as if it has been ramsacked. Corpses were on the floor, blood splashed all over the furniture, bullet holes in the wall, etc. George practically ignored the scenery, and was configuring with his headset to attempt to get a call to his comrades. The transmitter was static, he probably wouldn't be able to hear Maggie and Richard through it with this amount of static; plus the huge amount of gunfire outside isn't helping.
Finally decided to swing the SIG around using the gun strap that was hugging his body. Gripping it firmly in his hands, taking his precautions on the SIG before he tries to fire. Holding the gun up in shooting position as he roams through the lobby. Seeing if he can find a way to the rooftop, perhaps. After going down the hallway, he does see a door that is labeled Staircase, and he enters. Charging up the steps, so that he can reach his destination much quicker. He would notice that they was a corpse in there, and he noticed it was a cop of the city. Stopping, to examine the body. Seeing if he would be able to loot it, because he had some room to store anything that can be useful. He found nothing to his expectations, and proceeded up the steps.
Reaching the rooftop, and rams through the door. Gazing out into the distance as he stepped across the concrete padding of the roof. He was able to take cover behind some units that were stationed up there to keep himself from being seen. Looking over the edge as he slowly made his way, to see that the Tricell agents were directly below. Watching their direction of fire, to see if he would be able to spot any comrades. Tricell agents were laying it down heavily, so it's highly unlikely that anyone from his squad survived. He kept his eyes on the Tricell agents, noticing that the men were grouping together after a while, assuming their job was a success. They even stopped shooting, and looked to each other. George knew this was the perfect time to strike because they wouldn't expect it.
He didn't hesitate to reach down to his hip, and rip off one of the hand grenades that were attached to his belt. Taking a breather before pulling the pin, and launching it down below, near the Tricell agents. After doing so, he gripped to his SIG, and started shooting before the grenade explodes. Actually being able to pepper some, then the grenade explodes after some of the Tricell agents tried to scatter. At least two of the agents were in the radius, and they died from the explosion. As George was able to shoot some others, reaching the point to where he had to reload. Pulling himself away from the edge in order to do so, and he can hear bullets beating into the metal of the unit he was taking cover on. They were more Agents then he could count, and they were now focused on him. He knew he did a good job of dispatching a few, but how long until anyone on his squad to take control as the Tricell agents are focused on the rooftop.*
|
|
|
Post by Rhinn on Aug 22, 2011 11:54:49 GMT -5
Maggie nodded and grabbed her knife from her boot sheath. It wouldn't do much at long range, but she was pretty accurate with throwing it at 10 feet... and deadly up close.
The gunfire died down and there was silence. Maggie fought the urge to run as it would alert the Tricell agents that someone was alive. She looked around and saw that the ditch they were in ran down into a storm drain. She had no idea where it would go, but at least it would shelter them from any attack from above. She touched Richard lightly on the arm and then pointed at the drain. It was about 4 feet high and made of concrete. It would at least let them walk hunched over through it.
That was when a grenade went off nearby and shots rang out. Maggie knew the sound of the weapon. It was a Sig 556, standard issue for a BSAA Agent. Somehow, George had managed to survive and was attacking the Tricell Agents.
Thoughts of escape left her. They had to help George. She peaked over the edge of the ditch and saw that the agents coming towards here had turn and ran in the direction of the fight. From the bullets, she could see that he was up on a roof and others were closing in on his location.
The ditch would take them within 10 meters of the building's backside. She motioned to Richard and then turned to run, hunched over so that her head wouldn't present a tempting target to any Tricell agent. As she came around the end of the ditch, she looked up just in time to see three Tricell agents maneuver around back. They kicked in the back door. As they attempted to run inside, Maggie lifted her Sig 556 and pulled the trigger. Three 3-round burst caught each of them in the torso. The first two were caught unaware and fell through the doorway, dead. The last one turned in surprise and raised his gun. He tracked towards Maggie, but her shots caught him before he could fire.
Maggie ran to the door frame, scanning the sides of the building with her rifle. As she reached the bodies, she dropped to her knees, checking their vitals. They were all dead.
Something popped on her headset.
"George, it's Maggie. We are at the backdoor. Get down here, they are about to swarm the building."
While waiting for a reply, Maggie ripped one of the radios off the dead bodies and attached it to her belt. Then she slung her 556 over and shoulder and grabbed one of the weapons on the Tricell agent. He was using an AKM. It's ammo wasn't compatible to hers, so she grabbed two extra mags. Once it was spent, she'd drop it.
|
|
Southern Son
Zombie Hunter
Nothing is true; everything is permitted.
Posts: 312
|
Post by Southern Son on Aug 22, 2011 15:29:39 GMT -5
|
|