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Post by Lunapocalypse on Nov 18, 2008 7:24:03 GMT -5
The Raccoon City underground used to be a cool place to hang out, with plenty of cafes and shops to waste your time in while you relaxed with friends or families. The undead had overrun it though, turning it into an underground wasteland; that was before Task Force Pantheon moved in however.
TFP has cleaned the area of infected and repaired the train cars up to working order, the central subway shopping areas are now a survivor haven and checkpoints have been setup at all terminals for screening infected. Patrols are setup along the stretch of the subway and all entrances into the sewers are covered.
Area Control: Task Force Pantheon
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Post by thegunny on Nov 24, 2008 0:12:36 GMT -5
OOC: Will advance the plot tomorrow....
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Post by thegunny on Nov 25, 2008 13:53:53 GMT -5
OOC: alright guys, hold on... we're getting there. We'll get to the action soon.
The reinforced platoon made its way through the b*tch black subway tunnel quietly, all quiet and well for the most part. Lance corporal Watson reported a hostile here and there, which was swiftly and brutally executed. But they had not run into any special B.O.W's yet--- yet. They stopped, having approached the next terminal, and then Squires whispers the order of battle
1st and second squad, you stay here and clear this terminal. When it is clear, run outside and pop a smoke. Report it cleared and hold position until U.S army forces can relief you. I wish we could keep the whole platoon here, but we're on a tight schedule, with a tight manpower budget... the rest of us will move on and do the same for the next terminal.
With that, the platoon split up, 1st and 2nd squads left in the dark near the 1st subway terminal of many to be retaken. The two squads formed up to draw up their entry plan....
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Post by thegunny on Nov 30, 2008 16:00:16 GMT -5
OOC: I'm trying to delegate authority here... come on. Liquid, Mikey, either of you, I'm putting the battle leadership in your hands and I'm hoping to get you guys in the fight soon. Kanian, Gunman, I'm hoping to get you two in the action as well.
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Post by Shogun Liquid© on Dec 5, 2008 16:12:01 GMT -5
"All right," Sgt. Middleton snarled to his squad behind as he positioned himself at the corner of the assigned tunnel. "Turn your NVG's on. Stay on my a$$ and don't waste your ammo."
And then from here on out, he used his hands, motioning First Squad to enter the wide tunnel in wedge formation and keep noise discipline.
With their NVG's illuminating the area with an eerie neon green view, what they saw the next was a vision First Squad would never forget.
Dozens of corpses lay about here and there. Women, Men, children, old people. They were from all walks of life, their bodies strewn about in a bloody massacre. All of them appeared to be trying to get out of the Terminal from the way their bodies were angled, but it was too late for them. Their bodies visibly and gruesomely torn apart. Some of them even appeared to have died from a stampede, as evidenced by several bodies whose clothes were all rumpled up.
Heading deeper within the Terminal, they saw a Subway train lying motioneless near the tracks, its doors open and showing the team even more corpses, with broken glass windows and strewn bags and torn pieces of clothes everywhere on the floor.
"F*ck, I think I'm going to puke." One of the soliders whispered nausiatingly to the other.
"Maintain f*cking silence or I'll personally make you eat your own puke Benjamin." Sgt. Middleton replied harshly in a whispery voice, his head cautiously peeking thorugh one of the Subway trains as he was being covered by several soldiers behind him.
Other members of the squad began to spread out, checking bodies here and there. So far, there was no hostiles.
Corporal Anderson, who covered the far end of the Terminal with three men, blinked his laser light at Sgt. Middleton, who turned to look at him.
All clear, the Corporal's hand signal told him.
Hold position, Middleton replied using his hands, then moved to the center of the Terminal waiting for a response from other members of his squad.
Once the Terminal was all clear however, he lifted up the noise dicipline and motioned them to form a defensive perimeter around the entrance and only exit of the Terminal.
Using his radio and reported to his CO.
"Sierra One, Sierra One, this is Sierra Tango One," Middleton said in a gruff voice to Squires. "Terminal is secure, I repeat Terminal is secure. Nothing here but a couple of stiff's just waiting to wake up over."
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Post by thegunny on Dec 5, 2008 18:48:48 GMT -5
OOC: Corporal Anderson is replacing Lance corporal Watson who'll be reshuffled amongst the current N.P.C pool, meaning hes in charge of Samuel Winters and Inman
Squires and his team kept moving while Squires paused mentally to think about what the team at the other terminal should do next. After a few moments of careful multi-angle considerations, he took one of his typical leadership positions.
Sierra Tango one, this is Sierra one. Scout the surrounding area to confirm security of assigned terminal and then commence documentation and policing of the bodies in your sector as you see fit. Then transmit report to hotel six, over.
Having delegated command authority over that sector to the one the scene commander, he continued on to his teams assigned sector. He knew that the sergeant knew by "policing" he meant liquidating if it was deemed safe to do so. The scouting of the surrounding area was to confirm there was nothing the liquidation of the bodies would attract. He also knew that the Sergeant would d**n know well what he meant by what documenting the bodies meant--- meaning you better gather data on these people comparable to dog tags or else your going to be the one the American public, American media, U.N, and human rights organization liberal dips tears a new one into. Ron Friday'd be perfectly happy to tear a new one into some of the ground-pounder-grunts. Hopefully, the cheery report that they had run into no contacts in the first terminal was followed by a similar report. Unfortunately, the dead bodies there made this appear to be a foolhardy hope at best.
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Post by thegunny on Dec 7, 2008 13:07:11 GMT -5
OOC: start grabbing crap and building a fort...
TASK FORCE PANTHEON The orders were confirmed and followed through with. As the men started to comb the surrounding area of the terminal, including the above ground entrance, they started to realize a problem. The terminal was secure, but the surface entrance/exit was completely swamped. One of the tunnels running parallel with the one they had come from was swamped a little ways down too. This meant that if they were to liquidate the bodies, they ran a high risk of attracting all of these zombies. But regardless... in order to secure and set up the subway as a safe haven, they were going to have to contend with all of them anyways. So then came the decision.
Everyone! Barricade and fortify our position in this terminal! We will then Document the bodies, get snap shots, get I.D's, anything. Then burn them. Then hold defensive positions and hope reinforcements get here soon.
The decision was forwarded to the H.Q who then would prepare to reinforce their sector at terminal B-3 ---------------------------------------- Dragonfly PMC As the team descended down into the subway, Emily Phillips took it upon herself to try and contact their employers. After a few moments, she had reported via text messages from her P.D.A that they were now entering the subway through entrance D-1, and had received orders to head to terminal B-3 and hold position there standing by for orders. Phillip's started to use her P.D.A to check how far that was away. It was a significant distance. She mutters a not so feminine curse under her breath and says into her headset for everyone to hear
Our destination is terminal B-3, once we get there we'll receive further orders. We've got a bit of ground to cover. And they say don't worry about securing this area, this isn't our A.O. They've got something else in mind for us.
Rather, a LOT of ground at a walking pace. She didn't like going long distances on foot--- she preferred to always have something to have a vehicle. That probably just stemmed from her early-life history of horseback riding. The musing caused a twang of pain in her chest and she tightened up a bit as the team continued to move, having thoughts of home for a moment before she shoved it back into the darkness. She couldn't let that distract her right now. She was sure the rest of her family was safe--- her family was rich, and probably was able to do anything needed to get out of the outbreak zones. The team quietly started to head through the shopping areas, zombies popping up here and there and wandering ahead. The shopping areas weren't secure, though they weren't to spent too much time dealing with it. Phillip's had mixed feelings about that--- less fighting and danger for her, but what about the people after them? Someone was going to have to deal with all of this eventually..
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Bishop Morse
Survivalist
People will fall, governments will fall, nations will fall... I will not
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Post by Bishop Morse on Dec 8, 2008 0:04:32 GMT -5
Bishop roled his eyes. He hated bein on the ground. Since he lost his chopper things really weren't goin to well. He got moved from in field California to piece a crap Honolulu, and was grounded for the better part of a year. But there wasn't nothin he could about that now. He still wasn't hardly wearing in combat gear, He was wearing dark blue jeans, a gray T Shirt, and a heavy green jungle camo jacket. After hearing the fortify order he looked around for somethin to grab. He saw a semi rusted metal trashcan off to the side.
You wanna guard up with this crap.... God i hate this job Bishop said as he moved the trashcan.
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Post by Mikey on Dec 8, 2008 4:10:09 GMT -5
TFP
Samuel let out a sharp "Yessir" when the order was given to barricade the position. He quickly ran off to find something that could be used to block off the tunnels and the stairway leading up. But, being a subway terminal, there wasnt much that they could use.
He went for the first thing he could see that was large, weighty, and long. The benches. They wernt bolted down, mainly because they were so heavy. After handing off his Ultimax to a small PFC, he bent his knees, grabbed one side, and lifted. Using more its own weight than his strength, he pushed up and got it on its side. Bending down, he let it ease onto his shoulder and lifted with his legs. Grunting under the easy 150 to 200 pounds of the mainly concrete bench, he walked slowly and deliberately to the stairwell and set it down. He made several more trips, wiped some sweat off his brow, and rolled his shoulder.
"Ok, that should keep them from waltzing in like they own the place. But if they get it in their minds to fall over, their gonna get past it." He explained to the PFC, who had been following him around. He took his Ultimax back and slung it over his shoulder, going toward the group of men at the tunnel entrances to try and help them.
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Tyson heard what Emily said and nodded. Her voice resonated off of the walls of the subway tunnel they were walking in. He stayed to the concrete floor and stayed clear of the rails, out of habit. He was from New York. Subways were part of his life. And if he had been doing what he was doing, walking along the tracks, when he was a child, he wasnt sure what would have gotten him first. The train, or his family.
A thought popped up in his head, and he felt it important enough to share.
"Hey...what happens if, by some weird a*s twist of fate, a train is still running down here?" He asked aloud, already knowing the answer but wanting to voice the concern. He wasnt in the mood to become track pizza.
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Slyde
Zombie Hunter
Look into my eyes...
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Post by Slyde on Dec 8, 2008 4:48:47 GMT -5
Vergil, still in his custom made apparel though with a few adjustments (namely a couple of TFP stuff) was walking cautiously through the subway terminal; his whole body ready for anything that might just appear. He was wearing his NVGs and his hands were holding his reliable HK416; aiming it from side to side, in an attempt to see if anything hostile was present. There were none. All there was were blood-spattered walls and floors, broken junk and mangled bodies of people from all aspects of life. It was a gruesome view, but nothing Vergil hasn't seen. His feet silently carried him a few steps ahead then he stopped abruptly. He held his hand up, so as to signal his squad behind him (2nd Squad) to stop and hold position. He stood straight, his body now a bit at ease, and then activated his radio. He then whispered in his cold, gruff voice:
"There are no signs of hostiles. Area is clear."
Vergil then turned around and looked for a moment at his team, all of whom were in position and waring NVGs, eyes carefully surveying the area. He was just recently promoted to squad leader, albeit temporarily. The original person in charge of the sqaud was MIA and Vergil was the one chosen to replace him for the time being. He wasn't much of a team player, as he preferred going solo, but he can be a team player when in times of need.
A few minutes after he and his team had surveyed the area, a voice rang out in Vergil's radio stating:
Everyone! Barricade and fortify our position in this terminal! We will then Document the bodies, get snap shots, get I.D's, anything. Then burn them. Then hold defensive positions and hope reinforcements get here soon.
Vergil assumed this a command from one of the higher ups, and then looked aound and surveyed his area further. What could possibly be used to fortify the terminal? But before he did anything else, he turned towards to his squad members and said:
"You heard the man."
The squad members then released their grips on their weapons and they proceeded to find some objects that would be of use. Vergil did the same thing, and then he came upon an disfunctional snack dispenser. This'll do, Vergil thought. He did some hand movements towards one of his squad members. The movement was one that obviusly stated "Oi! Come here." After the soldier moved to where Vergil was located, he looked at the dispenser and knew then what he was supposed to do. The two men then proceeded to lift the heavy contraption and then walked towards an area near the staircase leading outside, where few barricades were already placd by his fellow comrades. As he was doing this, Vergil's heart was beating at a slightly faster rate. He knew why they were fortifying the place. And he knew that another chance of achieving euphoria was about to arrive.
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Post by thegunny on Dec 8, 2008 21:53:08 GMT -5
A single fire team worked alone while everyone else worked to fortify their position, quickly I.Ding and documenting the dead civilians, and then sending the report to higher command for archiving and distribution to the proper authorities. Then...
Before the rest of the team could finish barricading and fortifying their positions in the sitting area, 1st squad broke off and started to carry the bodies off---cautiously--- to the very tip-outside of the subway beyond the top of the stairs. There, they then started placing what had become standard issue equipment amongst the T.F.P onto the corpses--- incendiary/Thermite grenades/devices. These would set off the fires that would burn the bodies, and as a result, most likely attract the Undead hordes. The undead by now had begun to stir, and which few ones that noticed this happening had begun lumbering towards them. 1st squad fell back rapidly and got back into the sitting area, the barricading and fortifying of their make shift forward outpost in the sitting area finished. 1st squad took up defensive positions at the wall leading up to the stairway and up into the outside, and 2nd squad took up positions on the other side, guarding the way leading into the actual terminal where you would actual board trams--- where they were expecting more zombies to come from. Then, the grenades were set off, and the bodies began to burn--- the smell of which attracted zombies for a noticeable distance away straight there... and numerous of them began to wander down to the barricades...
As the shots rang out, the fight started, and zombies from all sides were attracted to the team. ---------------------------------------
Claypoole, as a massive after thought, finally realizing the question from long ago, said aloud out of the blue randomly
I'd been in the corp since high school... was in there for about 8 years. Hardly can believe I'm 30 now...
It was true. He was 30 now, didn't seem so long ago he was 26 and newly in marine force recon on a mission operating in Jerusalem, Israel. He had no fancy college degrees, he had no civilian job experience. All he had---not that they weren't worth anything--- was his service in the marine corp, marine force recon, Black Umbrella, S.C.A.R.S, and as a free-lancing private military contractor there after. He probably could put some of his knowledge to work though in civilian life... firefighter or an Arson/explosion investigator... or some other fire or explosive related specialist. They could use specialists like that in oil-related fields in order to put out oil fires. They could use specialists like that in R&D departments. He even knew a s**t load about B.O.W's, so he could even put that to use. Who said they didn't teach you anything for civilian life in the corp, or life in a top-secret-black-ops-mercenary-corporate-para-military group like black Umbrella? If nothing, he still had the marine corp ethos still ingrained in his heart, mind, and soul.
Claypoole grinned behind his mask and whispered into his mike, more then happy to contribute to the conversation
Maam, if we do encounter a scenario as such like the one Subordinate Salem is concerned with, which I will refer to as scenario S, I nominate the plan of action of tossing one of our team members into the tracks in order to jam the train in place thus saving the rest of the team. I nominate that member to be Mr.Salem
The rear team continued on, Phillip's snorting derisively, not finding it all that funny but finding the lame-attempt at humor and conversation loosened things up a little.
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Post by Mikey on Dec 9, 2008 2:22:13 GMT -5
TFP
"Fu*king finally!" Samuel yelled, making his way to his own fireteam and heafting his SAW to a firing position. He had it configured with most of the bells and wistles, including the 100 round C drum, front and back handgrips, the buttstock, bipod that was right now folded up at the barrel, and the carrying handle. Disreguarding the stock and holding it at the hip, he got a bead on the incoming undead and fired.
Over the past few years, he had been trained properly, as well as seen some combat against the undead, and knew exactly what his job was. He was supposed to point and shoot without reguard to accuracy. He was supposed to open up on the enemy and make them run for cover to try and clean up the newly born mess in their pants. Being as big as he was, it didnt always take him firing off his weapon for that to happen.
Undead were cut down in the cloud of 5.56 he put down toward the center of their ranks, and the outside were cut down from the more precise fire of the riflemen and designated marksman in the team. Before long, the direction they were watching was running out of baddies. Samuel let up on fire and let the more precise gunmen mop up while he looked for another group that were having problems.
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Tyson smirked and looked over to Claypoole. It was a bit hard to belive that he was only 30 years old. He seemed a bit more experienced than that. Apparantly he was the kind of die hard grunt who lived on base, spent the spare time that could be spent out drinking or entertaining hookers in his bunk reading manuals. Tyson had been that sort too when he had been in the Rangers. But when he was recruited by the PMC, he had adopted a much more relaxed lifestyle. At least, more relaxed than normal. A night at the bar every two or so weeks and ordering a pizza here and there. Not exactly living on the edge, but he had become used to the life.
He looked over at Emily and said "Maam, permission to tell the young'un here to suck my..." The echoes of gunfire cut him off. His head perked up and his demeanor became serious for a moment. He judged the ammount of the echo in the sound, and figured it was quite far off. No doubt the people they were going to meet instead of another squad of some sort or some civvies with guns fighting off some pursuing undead.
Tyson's relaxed demeanor came back. "Well, looks like the party is started. Lets get there before all the punch and pie is gone." He said, quickening his pace to a brisk speed walk instead of the relaxed one he had used earlier.
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Slyde
Zombie Hunter
Look into my eyes...
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Post by Slyde on Dec 9, 2008 7:42:16 GMT -5
Vergil was just admiring the so called defensive "wall" the TFP made in a space of a few minutes, it looked like it could hold off a small group of those dreadful undead. As he gripped his HK416 with both hands, his squad was ordered to position themselves in the "rear" of the subway, so as to maintain a 360 degree perimeter. He then spoke clearly towards his teammates:
"Sierra Bravo 1! You stay with me; we'll be protecting the middle and left flanks, Sierra Bravo 2! You position yourselves at the right. If you guys see anything that moves, feel free to f*** it up!"
Then Vergil gave a hand signal that meant 'Go' and the squad hurriedly put themselves in position, guns at the ready. After Vergil was in place, he heard the familiar boom of grenades going off. This signalled that the corpses that were in the subway were now being burned to ashes above ground. This also meant that the "action" was getting closer, and a bit of adrenaline was now pumping into his veins. He was anticipating lots of action, and he wouldn't be disappointed, as he soon saw a couple of slow moving beings, dragging their feet along, moaning like the inhuman things they are. Vergil knew what they were, and he also knew what he was now supposed to do.He aimed his HK416 at one of the tangos, then pulled the trigger. 3 bullets went out of the rifle's barrel, and all made contact with one of the zombies. 2 bullets hit square in the chest, 1 struck the head. The burst effectively killed the montrosity, and Vergil continued to do this, aiming and shooting at anything inhuman. His heart filled with glee and adrenaline, as he kept hearing that oh so joyful sound of bullets leaving and puncturing. His squad follwed suit and was also shooting at and killing the zombies, who were increasing in number ever so slowly.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Dec 9, 2008 7:45:56 GMT -5
<Aya has entered from New Prague>
Aya accelerated at the sound of gunfire, she took point as she moved around Kyle addressing her GPS after Emily explained where they were headed. She thumbed the cursor on her headset switching on nightvision plus the aid of a low wattage LED light to illumate the area ahead of her a little more, the combination of the headlamp doing more than enough. She took to more escalators, going one at a time quickly rather than two slowly, she found her balance held better that way and wasn't phased by the pumping of her legs. She checked the ceiling once briefly before keeping her full attention on the landing at the bottom of the escalators.
The air was humid lower in the underground, you could smell it and feel it, see it even of the particles that were lit up with the nightvision. The environment as a whole spooked Aya, ventilation must still be going relatively well for them to be able to breath easily but there must be some other reason for why the environment felt so stale even a day and a half past what was considered the centre of the outbreak. The hand on her shoulder was tugging at her again, but she shrugged it off.
"Hey...what happens if, by some weird a*s twist of fate, a train is still running down here?"
Aya heard Tysons concern; it was probable considering how early into the outbreak they were.
"Maam, if we do encounter a scenario as such like the one Subordinate Salem is concerned with I nominate the plan of action of tossing one of our team members into the tracks in order to jam the train in place thus saving the rest of the team. I nominate that member to be Mr.Salem," Claypoole picked up in reply.
In which Tyson hastily responded with "Maam, permission to tell the young'un here to suck my..."
'Cute response,' Aya thought arrogantly, 'It's typical that these two'll be the verbal fighters in the team,' already she was trying to sort out each members personality, which she made mandatory for herself in each initial mission with new team members. Tyson had stopped mid sentence due to the increase in gunfire, suggesting they picked up the pace. Aya escalated into a somewhat competitive run in agreement, "Don't worry about the trains, I-" she wanted to work out a way to put it into words, "Don't worry about that scenario," she semi-repeated herself, prefering not to think about ending up in that situation. As much as she'd want to, if it was going to fast then it was likely she wouldn't be able to stop it.
The walls shimmered almost, light bounding off them from further down one of the tunnels; Aya wasted no time hopping down onto the tracks. She ran her hand along one of the moist walls, noting the thin layer of strange perspiration; no; it was just water running down from the ceiling, there must have been some burst pipe somewhere or even ground water if possible. She dropped the thought, "Engage any threats as we approach the Pantheon establishment," Aya ordered. It would at least cut down on the amount of hostiles that could en masse towards the setup that Task Force Pantheon had going up ahead.
The pitch black creatures literally ice skated along the wet walls of the subway tunnels, digging their claws into the cement whence they wished to stop. One of them clicked three times quickly to get the others attentions, pointing out the humans that were now moving along the track. Another croaked, and in succetion they all disappeared in a shaft at the top of the tunnel out of sight and barely making a sound.
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Post by Nanaya on Dec 9, 2008 16:57:00 GMT -5
)(Kyle now entering Central Subway.)(
"Ma'am, permission to tell the young'un here to suck my..."
Kyle shook his head. He would've bursted out laughing if it were normal times, but given their current situation, joking was one of thelast things on Kyle's list. He was tempted to snap at the pair who were arguing, but decidied against it; adding fuel to the fire wasn't going to put it out.
The subway didn't help make Kyle content either. He absolutely hated being underground. Rats, mice, bugs, and God-knows-what-else crawled around here. He wasn't afraid of any bugs, but the small creatures usually irritated him just by their sounds and movements. And now the same sounds were audible at times, and kyle swallowed it in and continued with the team, keeping his MP7 raised.
The gun had at least half a clip left by its weight, so unless they came into contact with more hostiles, he would reload once they get the Pantheon.
The next sound however changed his mind.
A inhuman croak waved out and sent a tingle down his spine. Instictely, Kyle knew it was one of the mutants, but he couldn't summon it from his brain exactly which kind it was. Whatever it was though, the dark figure was visible for a split second on the dirty walls of the subway—
—before it disappeared into a shaft at the top of the tunnel the team walked in.
Kyle kept his weapon ready.
While these things were hostile, they stil acted like animals at times—not attacking if they were in large groups. So for now, Kyle kept calm and just continued walking, still keeping an eye on the vent.
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