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Post by Lt. Wolfmist Pendragon on Aug 3, 2009 10:56:09 GMT -5
(Now that I see that, it looks like you have 15 NPC soldiers, Wolfmist. Your allowed 12.) (OC: Understood. Consider 3 of the dots crates then! )
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Post by thegunny on Aug 3, 2009 12:42:06 GMT -5
Eric Fix waited for the team to advance while he readied the follow on fireteams and squad to back them up if needed, while he got a verbal update on what the situation was from the technical's gunners. So far it was all clear for them, but the howling was closer, and so they imagined the cerebrus's were very close now. Eric Fix says into his headset
2nd fireteam, backup is on stand by.
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Post by Lt. Wolfmist Pendragon on Aug 3, 2009 20:16:47 GMT -5
The platoon suddenly flooded the headsets with reports of gunfire and howling. Wolfmist gave the order to converge on that area, but to remain in cover. One of the snipers reported a target running to the West towards two individuals firing towards it, "- should I assist, sir?"
Wolfmist ran to see what the front scout was seeing, and loaded his rifle, "Yes, Alpha team cover and fire, Bravo left flank. Snipers take that target down. All teams, remember, head shots only. Prepare for flare."
Wolfmist fished into one of his webbing pockets and brought out a flare gun, and loaded white. He shot it high into the air, the white flare bursting into life, getting a better view. "Oh Sh-"
The ground before them was teaming with enemies, Wolfmist decided around 20. "Cover and fire!"
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Post by Eric "X" Snyder on Aug 4, 2009 12:57:35 GMT -5
Eric shielded his eyes as the night sky lit up. Someone had shot off a flare.
"Sir! We have multiple targets! Living and otherwise! I can't get through to Delta"
It seemed that there was a wall of undead between LaMotta and Delta Team. They wouldn't be able to regroup with Delta, and Delta sure as H3ll wouldn't be able to get to the rally point.
"Alright, just hold tight," Eric ordered over the comms. "Now, what's the status on the living targets?"
"Seem to be soldiers," LaMotta replied. "Can't identify what unit they're from. Snipers for sure."
"Okay, just keep your head down until we figure it out. I'll be there in a second."
Eric switched over to Stoffel's frequency and flipped on his comm.
"Stoffel, you copy? Stoffel?"
"Uh, we're kinda busy, sir!" Stoffel grunted over the comm, the sound of wood knocking against wood could be heard in the background.
"What's your status?
"Uh, we got cornered by a bunch of zeds and Cerbs. Me and Solano are holing up in a bathroom right now, trying to barricade the entrance with stall doors. It ain't working out to well."
"Alright, I'm linking up with LaMotta; then we'll come get yah. Hang tight. Over and out."
They had to move quickly. Solano and Stoffel could hold of zombies for awhile, but they had come with minimal ammunition and would run out soon. Before long, they'd be fighting with their bare hands.
Eric waited until the flare died away before making his move. He had been able to locate a few mutants while the flare was still burning and map a route around him. He ran off in the direction of LaMotta, firing at any of the zombies that got too close for comfort.
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Post by Lt. Wolfmist Pendragon on Aug 4, 2009 18:26:33 GMT -5
The teams worked closely together, always covering while others moved. They were not panicking, just taking their time, lining up, and shooting the head or neck. Once or twice a round missed its intended target and hit another behind it anyway. Within several minutes the hoard was halved in numbers. When ever one went down, the hoard chased in the direction of the fire but changed direction again each time a different flank opened a shot. It was confusing them, working to the platoon's advantage. Then they were in trouble.
Whomever it was firing at the hoard initially had stopped firing and disappeared. Wolfmist couldn't tell where they went, and he didnt want to interrupt the snipers with unnecessary comm traffic for the moment. Everyone was working hard, and by the time the hoard was slaughtered, not even one magazine had been replaced yet.
The firing stopped and they surveyed the area while the flare lasted. All seemed quiet. "Snipers, sitrep?"
"Sir... the situation is clear as far as we can see." "Can you see where the other shooters are?" "Negative, Sir." "Understood. Platoon, clear your chambers."
Wolfmist waited another 30 seconds and the flare died out, then he called out, "This is British Army! Is there anybody out there!?"
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Post by thegunny on Aug 4, 2009 19:01:38 GMT -5
Eric Fix kept flipping through his mens helmet cams and grunted, realizing that now was the time to send in the cavalry. The recon team had done their job, now it was time for him and the rest to do their end of this. Eric Fix made a silent hand signal to a subordinate Thor branch NCO, and the technicals fired up again. A couple squads of dismounted Thor assault branch infantrymen moved forward past the Loki branch armed and armored pickup trucks and manhandled the gate wide open for the technicals to move forward. The technicals in a well coordinated and disciplined fashion pulled forward and started to make their way through the cramped confines of the carnival through the gate, their CIS 50MG's locked and loaded, and the anti-zombie plows built onto the hubcap and engine compartment literally plowing the force forward to link up with their recon team. The two squads of Thor branch operators and Eric Fix jogged at a sustainable pace behind the technicals which were slowing down for them to follow. The operators temporarily flicked their goggles from night vision to the standard screen as the flared came up, and they got into the fight, two groups of a technical and a squad of thor operators breaking off to head towards vanguard members who had been cut off from the rally point, while the remaining several technicals and Eric Fix, one Odin branch liason, a pathfinder, and the forces medics trooped up towards the rally point. When they heard the British force call out, a driver in one of the technicals took out a loudspeaker and tossed it out to Eric Fix who was trotting near his vehicle. Eric Fix immediately put it to full volume and moved his mike away from his mouth to blare
UNITED STATES MILITARY! THAT YOUR FLARE, AND YOUR SNIPERS?
Eric Fix grunted away from the loudspeaker about how task force pantheon wasn't quite well known enough that they could just yell out "TFP!" like the USMC or US Army would yell out their actual service affiliation.
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Post by Lt. Wolfmist Pendragon on Aug 4, 2009 21:31:57 GMT -5
Wolfmist heard the unmistakable voice of what must be an American force leader of some sort, and shouted back into the sky. "Er.. Yes, Sir..!" he hesitated a little before, "Identify yourselves!"
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Post by Eric "X" Snyder on Aug 5, 2009 9:01:08 GMT -5
"Jesus, it's good to see you, sir," LaMotta chuckled as Eric slid down next to him.
"Where are all the zeds?"
Eric had been scanning the area with his UV. So far, he could only spot a couple shambling about here and there. Nothing too serious; not like he expected.
"Well, those soldiers I was talking about. They killed most of..."
"This is the British Army! Is there anybody out there?"
After this had been said, Eric heard the unmistakeable sound of an APC. The cavalry had arrived.
"Forget about it," Eric grunted. "Let's pull back and regroup with the assault force."
While LaMotta and he were backtracking to the rest of the team, Eric switched over to Stoffel's comm.
"Hey, the assault teams moving forward. They'll have you out of there in no time."
"Great," Stoffel replied, his voice sounding very tired. "All that work for nothing."
"Just hang tight."
Eric and LaMotta finally caught up with the assault force. Fix was yelling through a microphone, presumably to the British Army. Eric looked around until he found a crate to sit on.
"Wanna smoke?" Eric asked, pulling two out. LaMotta nodded and the two lit up, waiting for Fix to finish to report and recieve new orders.
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Post by thegunny on Aug 5, 2009 16:55:34 GMT -5
The familiar resounding boom of heavy machine goes sporadically echoed through the confines of the carnival, accompanied by an explosive muzzle flash characteristic of a .50 BMG weapon, and each burst resulting in either a dead Zombie or Cerebrus. Eric Fix climbed up into the flatbeds of one of the nearest trucks to get a vantage point, his loud speaker booming again
Task force Pantheon Loki operator Staff sergeant Eric Fix. Don't call me sir. We're here to aid in the search for Objective Floyd. Follow the headlights to the rally point for rendezvous and we can get this party started.
He meant of course Scientist Mayweather. The callsign came from Floyd Mayweather Jr., a professional boxer, although they knew he was American and not British. The driver of the technical Eric Fix was standing looked over his shoulder at him hesitantly, looking for verbal assurance, and Fix gave him a curt nod, prompting the driver to flick the passenger-cab-roof mounted headlights on, which signaled for the other couple trucks at the rally point to flick their lights on as well. The technicals formed up into a wagon-circleish formation to set up a perimeter and further spread the light around, which Eric Fix then stepped down into the middle of to take cover inside of. Several designated marksmen trained their scopes on the snipers that had been identified before, although keeping their fingers visibly off and away from the triggers, just making sure the snipers didn't do anythign stupid. The assault element detachments slowly made their way around the carnival and escorted the Recon teams stragglers towards the rally point, but kept their headlights off to keep their position "concealed" and to better the NVG's their infantry complements were using.
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Post by Lt. Wolfmist Pendragon on Aug 5, 2009 17:52:04 GMT -5
Wolfmist looked at one of the NCOs, "Pantheon?" but the NCO merely shrugged, but a voice from HMS Fleetwood filled him in. Wolfmist confirmed the recognition, then continued shouting, "We bring supplies to you as requested by your government. Prepare to receive us." Wolfmist gave commands over the headset, and notified the Carrier of the situation, then told the scouts to lead on, and the snipers to regroup as they headed toward the snipers. When they got there, Wolfmist recognised one of the soldiers with a megaphone, "You would be the Staff Sergeant... Eric Fix, I presume?" he offered to shake hands, then motioned to the rest of Fix's team, "Look in the crates, help yourself. We need to head North to the armour division... also... our orders are to escort samples should we... well, that's classified." He waved to three bodies scavenged from the fire fight; Sniff, a Cerberus and a normal Zombie. "Sorry if they stink up your truck. Any body bags on you?" Then Wolfmist grinned, offered a cigarette to the Staff Sergeant, and continued, he always wanted to say this, "Take us to your leader "
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Post by thegunny on Aug 6, 2009 14:19:31 GMT -5
Eric Fix kept his mouth shut when he saw the Brits gathering new samples for who knows what, imagining that the TFP and U.S.A were still processing samples or didn't see reason to share the information they'd gathered yet about it if the Brits needed new samples, and instead looked over his shoulder at the Odin agent liason
You got any stasis bags?
The Liason nodded and started to open a footlocker that was screwed into the flatbed of the truck that he had been riding around in all day, and pulled out a couple "stasis bags". They were no where near as functional as the specialized stasis pods that teams would use to capture wounded or living subjects, but they were portable and deployable, and would be efficient enough decaying would be much, much less then an issue, and they're more effective then a regular body bag, especially when mutations and further contamination was considered. They tossed the bags over to a maneuver truck that was free enough that they could use it to transport the bags to the armored Column to the north, while Eric Fix shakes his head. He knew why the Tommy officer might feel the urge to say that, but unfortunately it didn't stick here.
'Fraid I'm the guy your working with right now if your searching for objective floyd. I'm afraid we don't have enough room on the trucks with us to give your troops a lift, we weren't planning on heading north.
Eric Fix relayed a text message over battle.net while he spoke to the Lieutenant to 2nd fireteam leader Eric to regroup the recon team, and get him a sit-rep on whether they were ready for fresh orders
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Post by Eric "X" Snyder on Aug 9, 2009 20:30:57 GMT -5
"Regroup 2nd fireteam; then standby for further orders."
Eric let out a half chuckle; half sigh before stamping out his smoke and readying up.
"Looks like our job ain't over yet, bud," he grunted to LaMotta.
"We got orders?"
"Yeah, we're to find Solano and Stoffel; then report to Fix for orders."
The orders were simple enough, except there was one problem. They didn't know where Solano OR Stoffel were.
"Hey," Eric yelled, walking toward a group of British soldiers, leaving LaMotta behind to gear-up. "You seen a Mexican and a German around here wearing the same gear as me?"
The soldier shook his head and, after Eric scowled and continued to the next soldier, moved along.
"Hey! Snyder!"
Eric spun around and saw, to his surprise, Solano, Stoffel, and a squad of British soldiers walking toward them.
"Here's your soldiers, mate," the, presumably, sergeant said in a thick, Scottish accent, handing Solano and Stoffel over to them. "Bloody h3ll of a fighter these ones are! Left a God d@mned wall of zeds outside the John. Wouldn't mind having them on my squad."
Eric broke a quick smile before lazily saluting the sergeant, who marched off with his squad.
"You guys okay?" Eric asked, checking on Solano and Stoffel's vitals.
"Yeah, we're fine," Stoffel replied, removing his helmet to wipe the sweat from his face. "Just a little tired."
"How's your ammo?"
"We could use a refill. I got about three more mags; two Ultimax, one for my side-arm. Solano's two; one for each."
"Alright," Eric sighed, scratching his chin. "We might as well all head over there and get resupplied.
Solano and Stoffel saluted; then 2nd fireteam ran off to the supply truck to get a refill on ammo.
"2nd fireteam waiting for orders!" Eric said, saluting Fix after he had gathered 2nd fireteam and resupplied.
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Post by Lt. Wolfmist Pendragon on Aug 9, 2009 21:28:53 GMT -5
Wolfmist smiled and nodded, "That's ok, we can walk."
"Platoon! Faaaalllll IN!"
The platoon had finished loading the supply crates and the 'samples' on one of the trucks then formed a neat block in front of the lead vehicle, 3 men by 4 at arms length from each other.
Wolfmist went to the left hand side stood to attention, then looked to Eric Fix, nodded, then shouted. "By the left, double march!"
And with that, the English jogged along the road through the night North.
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Post by thegunny on Aug 14, 2009 12:56:54 GMT -5
The operators mounted up again on their technicals, sitting and relaxing a moment as the trucks did the work for them and lurched forward after the British personnel. The formation and position of the British concerned the vehicle crewmen who had expected to take point, but the gunners confirmed they still had plenty of a vantage point enough so that they still can easily provide fire support to the groups advance.
PENDRAGON, SNYDER, AND COMPANY ARE NOW IN THE UPTOWN STREET SYSTEMS
Wolfmists post sinces hes in the lead
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Post by Dongles® on Apr 13, 2010 4:44:05 GMT -5
-The group are now at the city carnaval- " Are we here? " asked Tabitha as she felt the car stop. Tabitha reached for the handle of the door and tried to balance herself when standing up. This place seems pretty secure, we can stay here for a while.
OoC: Sorry for the REALLY short post its just I'm really busy.
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