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Post by Rhinn on May 17, 2017 10:21:12 GMT -5
The Sacking of Fort Stewart Overview:
The BSAA, located just outside of Jacksonville, is running low on all supplies... ammo, weapons, medicines, fuel and vehicles, and MRE's. A strike team of BSAA agents and field officers will be sent out to Fort Stewart in Georgia to re-allocate some of their supplies. While far enough away from major cities (Savannah is the closest one), there are sure to be undead, looters and war groups to contend with.
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Post by Rhinn on May 17, 2017 11:04:23 GMT -5
== BSAA HQ == == Jacksonville, FL == == Maggie Sanders Apartment == Maggie sat down with a sign, shrugging off her boot and letting them drop to the ground. She wiggled her toes, working the cramp out of them from being on her feet all day. Her bird was down for repairs, so, with no mission available, she had taken to walk around the hangar, making a general nuisance of herself to the mechanics and techs that were working on her bird, until the point that they evicted her from said hangar. Only then did she return to her quarters and start to settle in for the night with a bottle of bourbon. She had just poured herself her first... okay third glass when the computer chimed, letting her know that a mission briefing had been scheduled for 0600 hours the next day. Cursing, she downed the glass of bourbon and then put the bottle away. Flying a helo drunk was something that she could do, but it wasn't the best way to win over friends and coworkers. With nothing else to do, Maggie headed to the bedroom. She stripped out of her coveralls and fell into bed. She didn't realize how tired she was until she it the bed and shut her eyes. Then it was a long 8 hours of sleep... == Mission Day 1 == == 0500 Hours == Maggie stepped out of the shower and grabbed one of her towels. She quickly dried off and ran it through her short hair. Combing it back, she brushed her teeth and then went to her closet. BSAA approved clothes hung on the hangers and she grabbed a pair of olive green cargo pants and a black tank top... after the debriefing, she would change into her flight gear. Then she grabbed some breakfast and made her way down to the Armory to check out her firearms. Typically she carried a Sig 556 Carbine Patrol Rifle, a Beretta Cougar 8000 and then her own personal firearm, a customized Colt 1911. She took the guns apart and cleaned them, making sure that they were in perfect working order. Satisfied that they were, she loaded them up, collecting her standard output of ammo with them. By this time, it was 0540 and the mission briefing would begin in 20 minutes. She decided for once not to make an entrance being late, so she headed on over. As she approached the conference room, she noticed that several teams were going to be involved. Whatever it was was going to be a big operation... there were even some non-BSAA people and civilians in the room. They weren't dressed like the BSAA Agents and tended to either hang by themselves or in a small group. Maggie took her seat and pulled out a small notebook and pencil to take notes, and waited for the briefing to begin. |
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Post by Dark Nomad on May 24, 2017 5:56:27 GMT -5
== BSAA HQ == == Jacksonville, FL == == Main Tarmac == The helicopter landed quickly as what was left of Michael's team unloaded. Still covered in bother his own blood, and that of others, he headed towards the offices to debrief with a Commanding Officer. He wasn't given anytime to wash the sh*t off of him before having to basically fill out paperwork. He was disgruntled and short with the C.O., he just wanted a shower. He doesn't even remember half of the details because it was all out chaos and ultimately a failure. The people in Grenada were just like those in the Kennedy Report. Infected by a parasite. From what Michael could tell, it was spreading to the other islands in the Caribbean and could possibly reach Florida sooner or later. He figured it'd be best to fire bomb the Hell out of the islands and deal with the collateral rather than that infection making its way to U.S. soil. As soon as he was done, and the medics had finished checking him out, he was shown a place where he could wash up and get some sleep. He was informed of the meeting, and, with a disgruntled sigh, accepted the few hours of sleep he would be getting. == Mission Day 1 == == 0500 Hour == There wasn't enough coffee in the world to make him feel better. Exhausted and sore, he just wanted one day to relax. He didn't care if that would get him in trouble. He scoffed at the closet full of BSAA approved clothing. He threw on the camouflage clothing like what he had been wearing in Grenada and then his bulletproof tactical vest. He was basically in a clean version in what he had arrived in. The cut on his head was harder to see now that it wasn't bleeding and covered by hair. Where the bullet grazed his arm had also been cleaned up and was covered by a shirt sleeve. Unless looking closely, he would look like any other Agent who just arrived the night before. Michael took a seat, not bothering with a notebook, like the blonde woman had. He continued drinking his coffee and waited the five more minutes until the meeting started. |
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Post by Rhinn on May 24, 2017 11:09:16 GMT -5
== Lilly Akers enters the Briefing == Lilly entered the Briefing Room and made her way down to the front, toward the staging area. As she entered, she caused a bit of conversation. She didn't stop to listen to it, or to respond to the derogatory remarks, but she knew what it was about. She was here, at the BSAA and yet, she had been discharged from the BSAA only a few months ago for the unsanctioned assassination of Dr. Stephen Williams. Rumor had it that he was with Tricell, and part of one of the groups that was had stolen the virus information from Umbrella. While on a search and detain mission, she had gotten separated from her team for about 2 hours. Lilly was finally able to rejoin her team, but those two hours were never accounted for.
Then they had found the half eaten body of Dr. Williams and several rounds were on the floor. They were able to match it to Lilly's gun and she was discharged. Of course it was labeled top secret so of course more than a handful of people knew. It just solidified her nickname of Ice Queen.
Lilly took her seat on the front row, ready for the briefing to begin. Instead of a BSAA uniform, she was wearing black and blue camo fatigues with military boots and her sidearm. When this mission was a success, she'd be able to continue her hunt for Dr. Sarah Doyle, another one of Dr. Williams colleagues .
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Post by Dark Nomad on May 24, 2017 14:52:26 GMT -5
== Mission Day 1 ==
== 0600 Hour ==
The Ice Queen Lilly Ackers walked in and it brought back a few memories in Michael. He had been on operations with her. Stone cold b*tch, but Michael had seen a softer side. He had lost all trust for her the day she killed the doctor. Though, he still had feelings but they were buried by anger. Assassinations were something Umbrella and Tricell did. BSAA was better than that.
As she walked by him, she didn't even look his way. People murmured but no one said anything loud enough for her to react. He thought he'd give it a bit of a try. "Glad your assassination accomplished something. Sure saved a lot of people their lives." He said loudly and as sarcastically as he could. He wanted a reaction. If he didn't get one from her, he'd get one from the others.
Michael and his men had been with her on the mission. It had been clear: detain. He had found the body with the casings and connected the dots but never found the why. After everything they had been through, she never told him her reason. Before anything else could be said, the meeting began.
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Post by Rhinn on May 24, 2017 15:34:06 GMT -5
Lilly knew comment was coming when she had seen Michael sitting in the room. She sat there, waiting for it... and it came pretty quick. Her first instinct was to put 3 rounds through his head... one for the comment, a second one for her daughter, and the last one for being a giant rag sack of **** and s***.
She didn't even turn around when she responded, but her voice carried through the room and it did not lack for intensity and violence. "Yeah, well, tell that to Alice, then", referring to her daughter, Alice. "Him being alive really did a great job for the quality of her life." Though she didn't show it, the comment cut deep. Alice had gotten bit and Lilly had to watch her turn and then put her down. Nothing is as bad as watching someone who was as close as a daughter slowly turn into the worst monster that she could become.
Lilly didn't bother responding any more as it would probably lead to Mike being dead with a bullet in his head and her being brought up on charges. Instead, she continued to look over her notes and material.
Maggie looked up from her daydream of sitting on the beach in a thong bikini, having men oogle her goodies, drinking herself drunk and going home with someone she didn't know. There seemed to be an argument between a soldier in camo and a lady in the front. Maggie didn't know the backstory, and the emotional part could have been the result of a bad relationship.
Hell, Maggie had more than a few of those.
But still, this wasn't very conducive for Maggie finishing her daydream.
"Will you two shut up, some of us are trying to daydream ourselves into an orgasm."
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Post by Dark Nomad on May 24, 2017 21:21:53 GMT -5
Michael knew what she meant but it didn't mean she was right. Sh*t happened to good people for no reason, but that didn't give her a good enough reason to kill him. If she had detained him like the orders said, they could have used him to stop the infection from spreading. Then when they were done, they could have executed him for his crimes against humanity. He just made a face at her and dropped it. It didn't help that some blonde was having a fit because they ruined her wet dream.
Michael just scoffed at her. She was ridiculous and embarrassing her in front of everyone wouldn't help anything. Instead he sipped at his coffee and held his tongue. Fighting with everyone in his path would help the group and wouldn't bring back those he lost just the last few days while in Grenada.
The nightmare flashes before his eyes. The parasites, Plaga, taking over the locals. Killing everyone in their path. It started somewhere in the continent but had jumped to the islands. Michael worried about it reaching the U.S. because it would devastate the country. He could still see the faces of those that died from his squad. And with a shack of his head, he was back to the present.
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Post by Rhinn on May 26, 2017 9:06:05 GMT -5
"Stow it you Jackasses. We have a mission to run and your petty squabbling could ruin it." A smaller man stepped up to the middle of the raised landing and flicked a few switches. It was Sub-Director Garcia, and though he was only 5 feet, 6 inches tall, he didn't lack for intensity. He had been a marine once and then gone on to join the Jacksonville Police Department to head up their division on gang activity and racketeering.
Garcia has been with the BSAA almost since inception and now he was the Sub-Director for the BSAA Division in Florida. Not caring for titles or ranks, he wore black fatigues with only his name on the patch... no awards, and no ranks.
Without preamble, he began his debrief.
"As you may know our battles again the undead and several BIO Monsters has put a severe strain on our resources. As such, we are low on almost anything that we need to continue our war against the T-Virus. An image flashed up on the screen. It was a list of their current inventory, along with estimates that showed how long they would last. Most of the supplies wouldn't make it another month, including food. "Ms. Akers."
It took a bit for most people to realized that he was indicating the Ice Queen. As Lilly took the stage, Garcia just looked over the crowd to see if anyone was going to be stupid enough to jaw another comment.
Lilly approached the stage and took over control of briefing. With a press of a button the image of their dwindling supplies with a diagram of a military base. At the top of it were the words, Fort Stewart. "In order to resupply your dwindling supplies, we are going to hit Fort Stewart." An image if it faded to a map of Georgia and an indication of where the base was at and where the closest major cities. "There are several bases in Georgia, but Ft. Stewart was chosen for many reasons, the first of which is its isolation and distance from major cities that are most likely infected. It was a training base for the armies, so ammo and weapons should be plentiful. Also, before the world went to s***, it had just recently been resupplied, so those resources... or some of them, should still be there. There is also a contingent of assault vehicles and helos as well as a few tanks."
Images began to pop up to show the vehicles, the supply depot, petrol storage dump, and the hangar with the helos. Those pictures were then overlaid on the map of the base to show their distance and relation to each other. The helos were by the small airstrip, away from the others, but the vehicles and the weapons were quite close together.
"Also, MRE's will be at a premium as well. Without them, you will need to dedicate half your labor force here to growing your food... and that is if you have the seeds for it."
Lilly pressed a button and the lights came back up. She nodded to someone in the back and packets with mission specific instructions began to be passed out.
"Our primary objectives are the ammo, weapons, fuel, and MRE's. Secondary objectives include the the assault vehicles and communication equipment. The optional objectives include commandeering the Helos. We don't really have need for a tank, so it will need to be destroyed. Whatever we can't bring back with us, needs to be secured for a future trip."
Lilly paused for a moment as people were looking through the packets.
"Now for the bad part", she said, gaining some of their attention back. "A para-military group going by the names of 'Sons of Freedom' have commandeered the place just about 2 weeks ago. They've cleared out most of the dead, and taken over the area. My last report was that while they do not know how to work the heavy equipment, they did have access to the weapons. They have already started to terrorize the nearby populace and seem intent on opening some sort of sex slave operation out of the base. Therefore, we are going in heavy. Munition wise, anything goes. We need those supplies and we will get them."
Lilly indicated around the room at the various groups. "As such, we've put out a call for independent military units, SWAT Teams, STAR Teams and such to help us with this mission. A portion of the supplies will be given to them as their payment in participating."
Now for the part that Lilly wasn't looking forward to.
"Question." |
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Post by Dark Nomad on May 26, 2017 14:15:47 GMT -5
Michael listened intently and wasn't sure how much the higher-ups thought ahead. He had been boots to the ground his entire career. From the army to the BSAA, he was always in the sh*t. He had literally just left it before coming to this meeting. He needed to voice his opinion and let everything be known from his position. He knew that Lilly would understand, having been on the ground in the past.
"Yeah, Lilly I got questions. Two weeks is enough to learn the heavy equipment enough to set up a feasible defense. They're paramilitary, which means some of them have military training. Know how many civilians in the world before the outbreak knew how to drive a tank? A bunch, including my upstanding father and alcoholic uncle. Could have rogue military personnel running the group.
"They have weapons and ammo. We're runnin' dry. I honestly don't think a frontal assault is a good idea. We're going to lose too many people. All that noise will attract infected and bio monsters, then we have another fight on our hands. Why doesn't a smaller group go quietly during the night and clear out the group? Then send everyone else in to gather the resources. That way, we might not have to destroy too many vehicles that could be helpful here."
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