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Post by .357 Desert Eagle on Jul 4, 2010 2:38:33 GMT -5
Trenton watches the reunion with a slightly envious frown. More than anything Trenton missed his sister, except her occasional hack into his comm, he never heard from her or saw her. While most official reports have her marked as missing, she was secretly tucked away in some facility where she had stayed since the Raccoon outbreak. Alex finding his sister struck a heartstring in Trenton, so much so it pained him to speak up. "Sir, the comm is up but won't be operational without power. We can reach hand radios if they're in range, but I wouldn't hold out much hope on more than security gaurds carrying them. We're at a wall here sir." Trenton said trying to shake the emotion out of his voice.
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Post by Reaper on Jul 4, 2010 4:21:18 GMT -5
When Mia heard her name she cried out as she broke from her frozen state. She looked toward the direction of the voice an instantly saw her brother making his way toward her. "Alex!" she cried again as she ran to him and wrapped her arms around him. "Alex I was so worried you wouldn't get here in time," she cried. She held onto her brother refusing to let go of him. Her hands gripping the back of his shirt tight enough that her nuckles were turning white. "I was so scared. Thank you so much for comming . . . thank you thank you," she repeated as she clung to him.
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Post by lucky5 on Jul 4, 2010 15:10:56 GMT -5
Bruce hearing a commotion in the next room came out.
"Is there a problem sir?" Bruce said then noticing more soldiers stands straight and salutes.
"Bruce Williams head of Security reporting for duty" Bruce said.
"You must be the rest of the rescue party. There are more survivors holed upstairs I've been guarding this floor." Bruce then notices a girl hugging one of them.
"Oh um sorry if I'm interrupting something" he said waiting for an answer.
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Post by JazzBuddah on Jul 4, 2010 15:23:00 GMT -5
Alex sighed looking at Bruce. "At ease. Go upstairs and find Trenton. Get him up to speed on what we're dealing with. He's the one working on the com station. His name's Trenton." Smiling back at Mia He kissed her on the forehead. "I'm sorry Mia, I never should have signed you up for this program. I should have considered the risks more carefully. I got a team together as quickly as I could Luckily the BSAA knows me well enough not to block me with alot of red tape." He then looked around at everyone. Now that he realized they were making a bit of a scene he guided her to a corner. "Are you okay? Your not hurt or anything are you? We didn't bring a medic seeing as this is a medical facility."
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Post by Kan on Jul 4, 2010 18:10:57 GMT -5
OOC: I'm the one with the shotgun actually. And dont you think we should wait for bradley?
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Post by .357 Desert Eagle on Jul 4, 2010 19:13:36 GMT -5
(I've been wondering about that, the guy hasn't posted in the past two days.)
Trenton sends a burst signal to all radio frequencies. "Scanning all frequencies, repeat, scanning all frequencies. This is Kilo North Radio Specialist Trenton Chambers part of the BSAA rescue team. Any survivors with access to radios please respond. If responding is not possible, hold tight, we will begin our sweep of the building soon. Any security not currently engaged or portecting civilians please make your way to the Communications Building by way of the Maintenance Tunnel. Stay safe guys, we're not sure what's out there yet." Trenton sets his radio down and walks into the security room. It didn't take long for Trenton to find the 92F that the security gaurd had mentioned earlier. Trenton pockets the Beretta and the additional 9mm magazine. "Can't have unidentified civilians getting ahold of weapons." Trenton said to himself as he gave the gun a once over.
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Post by Reaper on Jul 5, 2010 14:01:01 GMT -5
((My thing is. People get bored waiting for people to reply. Especially if they haven't been on for a couple days. Then people start up and leave the rp because of that single person.))
Mia shook her head as she looked up at him. She gripped his hands tightly as she looked around the room. "No I'm fine, and so are the others upstairs. Though I don't know about anyone else in the facility. I'm glade you came," she said as she looked back at him. She then looked down to her watch, but this watch wasn't a normal watch. It didn't hold time, but rather counted down. At the moment the numbers were slowly flashing from black to red to black again. "There is one problem though," she said looking back up to him. "I wasn't able to get in my treatment this week. Alex, if I don't get it I'll crash on you fast and hard," she said with a slight quiver in her voice. "The treatments they were working. I could live at least a week without pain or being sick. I could actually play and do things. I only had to spend one day in the treatment facility, and then have the whole week to myself. Though if I missed them I crash hard and fast. My body just completly shuts down," she explained. She gripped his hands tighter. "I- I don't know what to do. I don't want to be a hendrince to you and your men. But I'm scared."
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Post by JazzBuddah on Jul 5, 2010 15:38:28 GMT -5
((Basically we usually handle absence like this. The character just blends into the background and is concidered to be following the team in a sort of sleeping mode. When they come back they read the past posts and pick up the same place the others are. Right no if he came back he would be in the com tower since we are.))
Holding onto her hand he looked around and bit his lip. "This whole ordeal may take more than a day. The boys won't like this but you're going to have to come with us. We'll be visiting the med and research stations to extract the information gathered. Before that I have a feeling theey're going to want to get the power started again." Feeling frustrated he knelt down and unstrapped something from his ankel. He handed over his Sig Sauer pistol and two extra clips.
"Using this is real simple. Just remember when grandpa was showing us to shoot so he could take us hunting. Same basic concept but on a smaller scale." He then gave her a run-through of the weapon. "The enemy has a week-point but it's always somewhere in the chest but can only be seen using I-R. Until we can find you something just shoot for the hips and knees to slow them down. If your faced with a do or die situation, aim for the ribcage but in random spots. That will be your best shot." He then gestured her to follow him as he headed upstairs. once there he pulled a light tactical vest out and a com headpiece. "Here, put these on. I know they're not fasionable but just treat it as "Taking your sis to work" day"
As he began replacing his bullets with hollowpoint rounds he looked up and saw the security guard. "Did you help my sister?" He asked. Looking at Mia he could tell that he did. "I owe you a great debt, so no "siring" me. My name is Alex. We're from the BSAA. Sent here to evac all survivors, recover data, and find the son-of-a-b*tch who started this." He then cocked his weapon and looked up at him. "How did it start? How are their numbers and do you know how to get to the generator room?"
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Post by Lance Bishop on Jul 5, 2010 15:43:26 GMT -5
[[OOC: Just got accepted in to the group, posted my loadout/entrance in the helipad. I'm gonna take liberty and jump in here, I'll post one big catch-up to the point we're at now. Cool?]]
The inner cabin of the Super Stallion filled with the whine of the rotors and the frigid whipping wind of the arctic weather broke through the nooks and crannies of the piece of American engineering. Harper gazed at his team mates, men he had never met before being dropped in on a high risk rescue mission. This kind of mission was something for a whole damn division of Marines or Army Rangers to carry out, but instead it was compacted to five or so experts.
Harper was one of the few actually former military in the chopper he could tell, and probably the only former Special Forces operator, no matter though, these guys were here for a reason. Harper spit 'baccer juice on the floor between his legs and the butt of his rifle. He grew up in the country and as a result picked up the habit of chewin' tobacco. It was his pre-mission routine, pop a dip in, let it settle, then hit the ground runnin'.
"ETA one mike."
The co-pilot's voice crackled over the team's headsets, speaking through the personnell-to-pilot communication system. Alex rose to his feet, his hand secured on to the netting covering the inner wall of the cabin. Lance reached in with a gloved finger and pulled the dip out, throwing it to the floor. He pulled his balaclava up over his nose and racked the M4.
"LZ in sight..-"
The pilot's voice trailed off as small arms fire bounced off of the exterior of the helicopter, loud pings echoing through the men's ears. "Be advised, LZ is deemed hot, taking on small arms fire from multiple hostiles. Hit the ground runnin' boys, happy hunting."
With that the ramp dropped and out poured the team, guns blazing. Harper hit the baseball slide and slid up against a piece of concrete jutting out from the earth. He heard bullets snap and whistle overhead. The lead was shouting orders to engage the enemy, then another order of non lethal force which was retracted shortly after.
Harper pinned the stock of the M4 to his shoulder, his right index finger falling from the trigger guard and down to the firing mechanism. It stroked the trigger gently as he placed the ACOG crosshairs over one of the approaching hostiles. A lab coat equipped man who was moving at a pretty quick pace. Harper was a sharpshooter by trade, his instinct had the crosshair laid over the man's center mass, an easy confirmed kill.
His breathing steadied and his heart rate settled. Lance was in the zone, the zone which he had stolen so many lives while in.
Crack!
Harper's round traveled down range and struck the hostile, but hardly even knocked it off course, leaving only a black, bloody hole in the center of his sternum. Harper cursed and relocated his crosshair to the knee caps. He squeezed straight back on the trigger, performing a quick and fluid double tap, in to the man's left leg, tearing his knee cap to shreds as he hit the ground, physically unable to stand.
Harper removed himself from cover as the team pushed forward, quick double taps in to the head and limbs of approaching hostiles made short work of the OPFOR. He was trained, effective.. Lethal. Lance had been out of action for awhile and it felt good to get his trigger finger warm again, the fresh smell of the powder, the sting of the recoil.. He lived for it.
"Sandman here. Six is clear, standing by."
Harper pulled rear security while the team breached the communications facility. Harper followed them inside and performed his own sweep, the cone of his LED dancing over dark structures that hadn't been in working order in a few days. He stopped by a desk and placed a glove hand on some papers which had hardened from frost.
Sandman heard some chatter over the comms. They found two survivors, one being family of the team lead, the other some head of security who was damn near wetting himself when they found him, nearly blasted away one of their own. Those types were the ones that needed to be air bused out immediately. Shakey men with guns in their hand.. Harper was a professional soldiers and didn't like to girl thingy foot around with civilians. They were here to rescue them, not recruit them, not tell their life story to them. Get 'em on the chopper and out of here.
"Scanning all frequencies, repeat, scanning all frequencies. This is Kilo North Radio Specialist Trenton Chambers part of the BSAA rescue team. Any survivors with access to radios please respond. If responding is not possible, hold tight, we will begin our sweep of the building soon. Any security not currently engaged or portecting civilians please make your way to the Communications Building by way of the Maintenance Tunnel. Stay safe guys, we're not sure what's out there yet."
The Comms were in their hands now, that was a good step. Harper moved to the upper level with Trenton, to keep watch over their Communications Expert. He stood overwatch just a few feet away from the merc, he swapped out his half emptied magazine for a fresh one and slammed it in the port of his M4. So far, so good.
The former Green Beret didn't speak, just kept his mind focused on the task at hand and awaited further orders.
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Post by JazzBuddah on Jul 5, 2010 15:51:25 GMT -5
OOC: I told you we already left. I never said you got accepted. If you REALLY want to be in this game you need a character that is eather a working member of the labs of a surviving patient
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Post by Lance Bishop on Jul 5, 2010 15:54:55 GMT -5
[[OOC: I'm on the roster.]]
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Post by JazzBuddah on Jul 5, 2010 16:02:17 GMT -5
((Your a member of BSAA true, but not all BSAA members joined this campaign, since you wern't there in the beginning you would have to play a character already on site, maybe a security guard. Since there are so many characters now involved i thought we should take a vote whether we can support another character or not. I'm ok with it as long as hes a regular poster, however i just re-joined myself))
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Post by Lance Bishop on Jul 5, 2010 16:05:32 GMT -5
[[OOC: Uh-huh.. Roger. I'm active every day, just not around here since I haven't had anything to do since the fallout of PMC-D. If it's over-complicated, I'll just bug out now.]]
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Post by .357 Desert Eagle on Jul 5, 2010 16:13:48 GMT -5
(I, personally, don't have an issue with him appearing here and now, as a matter of fact I've already made a light joke out of it. If he can keep up I'm all for it.)
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Post by JazzBuddah on Jul 5, 2010 16:51:49 GMT -5
((Talking to him through PM, Game will continue ignoring the post))
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