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Post by #+h3 M!$+3r P@r@d0x on Dec 16, 2008 19:26:49 GMT -5
Ian grunted for a second as he looked behind his shoulder, watching as the Hunter fluttered about in what seemed like slow motion, then crashed with a heavy thud to the ground. Then he noticd that his group were already to thier feet... firing covering shots behind him to whatever was trying to get through the access panel behind them. The two males were busy with the access grate while the female trained her weapon to the south, firing off slow steady streams with the B.U.R.N-style TMP.
Ian picked himself up, training his weapon and answering the man that seemed to have just saved his teams ass...
" Well, if hell is about two hundred times the number of things you've seen in your lifetime that can kill you almost instantly. All while being three foot deep in the bodies of the victims of creatures that would love nothing more than you impale you with a flick of a spear-like tounge. Yeah, I'd say that hell couldn't be any worse. We're in deep s*** in about three minutes. Keep your guard up, and thanks for that blast to the unwanted company... We couldn't take all of them... More are most likely going to break through in anytime. And again... thanks for the support fire."
The female spoke up, her sarcassem becoming most apparent... " You gonna marry the guy, Mr. Brenton? We need to catch up with the our objective and help secure a temporary stronghold... We ain't got no time for a freaking wedding. Or did that thing hit you in the head as well?"
The older male spoke back, " Get off his case, Gwen. We don't have time to bash the squad leader right now... But... You raise a good point... We should move the hell out..."
The younger dark skinned asian spoke up... " Yeah. The pannel is not going to hold forever. I'm spotting a lot of activity... Our buddies that weren't active are far more than active right now. I recognize that sound. Lickers... seems like most if not all of them are trying to break through..."
Ian would perform a swift turn while positioning himself away from the access panel. Reaching into his emergency untensils pack, he carefully grasped hold of a echo transmitter that TFP had trustfully gave him for the purpose of disorienting B.O.W.S. that rely of sounds. The echo frequency was more than enough to fully disable the creatures ability to pick up on sounds to track thier prey. Ian nodded to his team and waited for thier approval... then looked at the man that had tackeled the Hunter for him...
" This may be annoying, but... eh... No time to explain..."
The transmitter was in the form of a pull pin grenade. The pin was pulled and then thrown through the access panel. After a couple thuds against the ground, a explosion followed that gave off a very high pitch whining noise. The noise echoed through the ears of anyone within a hundred feet of distance... not enough to disorient... But enough to aggravate the senses of both Hunters and Lickers in the area. It is capable of nearly disabling Lickers completely, while mildly aggravating Hunters.
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Post by thegunny on Dec 18, 2008 17:30:48 GMT -5
PMCD or T.F.P... someone post so we can advance this...
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Post by Shogun Liquid© on Dec 18, 2008 18:41:04 GMT -5
Task Force Pantheon HQ, Subway Command Center.
Colonel Miller began pacing around, intently watching the stack of monitors infront of him which broadcasted to him a live feed on what his men were expierencing as 1st and 2nd platoon fought to their objectives. Occasionally he looked at 3rd and 4th platoon's POV to keep his view of the ongoing operation clear.
Suddenly, amidst the babble of radio talk that was echoing around the crowded room, a clear line went straight to him from the speakers nearby.
"This is Sierra one, Sierra one. Requesting reinforcements on 1st and 2nd squads location, coordinates 05-79-2. Requesting ammunition resupply to 1st and squad squad armament specifications on that location as well, S.T.A.T.
The rest of 1st platoon is converging on 1st and 2nd squads location as well for a sledge hammer to a fly effect. Requesting a small team to take our place at objective Acheron as we shift positions, over."
That's Squires, Miller thought as he listened. He stopped pacing and looked to one of the Radio Operators. "Inform 3rd Platoon and tell'em to take 2 of their squads to move down and hold objective Acheron."
At the same time he gave this order, he grabbed a radio reciever nearby that was free and replied personally to Squires.
"Sierra One, Sierra One this is Papa Bear, I'm sending two squads to hold Objective Acheron now, procceed on foot ASAP to support those two squads over." His eyes glanced on one of the monitors which showed a POV of 1st Squad from the helmet of Sgt. Middleton. "And good luck Squires, things are getting dicey."
Miller then switched frequencies to the Task Forces' Quartermaster Detachment, which was mixed in with a unit of Engineers as well.
"Papa Bear to Quebec Delta, I need an ammo run to coordinates 05-79-2." Miller paused, calculating the movement of 1st Platoon and decided to double the request of ammo just incase 1st Platoon and the two squads needed more. "Bring enough ammunition for 3 days over."
Captain Cole O'Brian, CO of the Quartermaster detachment attached to TFP replied almost immediately. "Uh... say that again Papa Bear? Enough for 3 days? That's quite a ton of ordinance sir. Will do my best, but my unit is pretty stretched thin. Request some additional assets to supply us manpower, over."
"Quebec Delta," Miller replied, holding his annoyance and knowing that it wasn't the Captain's fault. "I'm sending over some additional units, just do the ammo run with your current capacity over."
His Quartermaster quickly replied "Willco Papa Bear, out."
Damn Congressional Oversites, Miller almost raged as he returned the reciever back to its place. If they hadn't slashed TFP to an almost skeletal force....
The Colonel stopped before he finished that thought and turned to the monitors infront of him, eyeing Squire's POV.
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Post by #+h3 M!$+3r P@r@d0x on Dec 20, 2008 9:38:32 GMT -5
( Ummm... Someone post?)
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Post by thegunny on Dec 20, 2008 11:29:37 GMT -5
Only Liquid and Paradox have posted... but they're posts had nothing to do with advancing the actual post. PMCD... Sly, Gunman, Mikey, Kanian, Bishop...... someone just post to take up the last 5 minutes of this fight before reinforcements come in!?
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Post by SirSmokesAlot on Dec 20, 2008 11:50:24 GMT -5
You could hear Hunters and Lickers sprinting towards the group of people, Mike could hear the terrifying noises of these things heading towards them, Mike brought up his shotgun and cocked it, he then saw one on the wall and waited for it, Mike walked forward a step and aimed a great as he could, he then pulled the trigger and cocked the shotgun he missed it but it was getting closer towards the group of people. "Watch out everyone!" Mike aimed again and waited for it to attack, it then jumped off the wall and ran towards the group of people, Mike then kneeled down as the thing ran towards him, he then show it and it stopped a little bit and still ran towards mike, Mike was confused on how this thing could take a 12 guage and still keep running Mike then cocked the shotgun and brought it up the thing was right at Mike, Mike aimed the shotgun again holding the shotgun as tight as he could, The thing ran at mike and tried hitting him to the ground but mike shoved the shotgun into the things mouth and pulled it up then shot the shotgun in its mouth, the thing fell to the floor and pieces of its head were all over the ground, mike then cocked his shotgun and stood up. "I got one guys" as Mike said that a licking jumped onto mike and knocked him out of the group, mike was trying to hold it off and needed help, it was up to someone to save mike, mike was pinned down and trying to kick his way out but the thing was to strong, it tried biting at mike but mike was holding it off holding the shotgun by his mouth keeping it away. "HELP!!! GUYS HELP ME!!!"
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Post by Colonel Jones on Dec 20, 2008 22:09:57 GMT -5
{{I know it's been a long time, just had to do some stuff and got too busy. Anyways, if I got anything wrong...Let me know}} Jones listened in on the company's radio calls. When he heard the request for more ammo and reinforcements, he stood up from the wooden bench that he was sitting on and picked up his M-4 that was lying next to him. He slung it over his shoulder and picked up his helmet and put it on his head. He headed for the hanger to get on the helicopter that would be transporting the reinforcements. He wasn't about to leave his men in that subway alone...He would be there to help.
As Jones headed toward the hanger doors, he picked up a bag that was filled with, two SAW 200 round magazines and eight 7.62 magazines. It wasn't much, but for one guy to carry, it was enough. He made his way to the chopper and tossed the bag in, making a loud clanking noise at it hit the metal floor. Jones got into the chopper and both pilots looked back at him. "Welcome aboard, sir. Are you helping those squads that are pinned down?
"Yeah. You boys know me...I can never stay in an office and just give orders. I need to be there with 'em." The pilots nodded and started the engines, and the rotors started spinning. Jones reached over and grabbed his on-board headset and put it over his left ear and kept his right ear uncovered. He then spoke into his combat headset "Squires, this is Colonel Jones...It's been a while since we have seen each other. I'm going to be heading in there with the reinforcements. ETA ten minutes, over."
Jones had known Squires for a while, so he knew the squads were in good hands. Never the less, Jones knew he had to get there quickly. He looked out of the chopper and saw a squad of men was jogging toward it, all of them with ammo bags slung over their shoulders. He watched as the men piled into the chopper and he spoke into his on-board headset "Alright, lets move" [/color][/blockquote]
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Post by Shogun Liquid© on Dec 20, 2008 22:17:14 GMT -5
(OOC: Jones, the Squad's supply is being taken care of. And I assume TFP has enough ammo for the entire operation. Just get to the Subway dude and join the party. Welcome back though )
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Post by SirSmokesAlot on Dec 20, 2008 22:54:11 GMT -5
(OOC: Is dieing over here haha)
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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 20, 2008 23:40:54 GMT -5
(occ, i dont think its appropriate for me to make a post to advance plot, normally i'm a chopper pilot, but we don't got a chopper here, so that rules me out)
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Post by thegunny on Dec 21, 2008 0:27:48 GMT -5
OOC: I will advance the plot.. just start winding up this fight. The zombies are thinning out. The newcomers are getting into the barricades with you. Reinforcements are about to get there.... oy, at this rate, I'll just advance the plot tomorrow.
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Post by Mikey on Dec 21, 2008 2:22:50 GMT -5
(Waiting on Major to post for PMCD. Here is TFP.)
Samuel emptied the mag in his Ultimax on the horde approaching, or more the group, and stopped to reload. He saw just how thin the lines of the enemy were, and stopped stopping to reload. Sitting there with an empty weapon, he watched as the precision shots from the riflemen took the rest of the zombies to the ground. Taking a spin and looking at the other areas that had been encountering resistance, he saw that the same was happening.
They were running out of zombies.
"Well fu*k me sideways..." He said, having never been in a situation where the zombies ran out before they tucked tail and ran. It was actually kind of nice to have killed everything and still be going strong. With ammo, even. He remembered to reload his weapon and reached for a new drum, finding that his last one wasnt there.
"What the hell?!" He snapped at himself, patting his pockets. He then remembered that he had loaned it to another operator in the fight. "Damn..." He muttered, slinging the empty weapon onto his back and pulling free his .44 again. He sure wasnt going to wait on the ammo drop before he was ready to defend himself.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Dec 21, 2008 6:55:10 GMT -5
Aya's backup ammo was dry, she dropped her Glock and seethed at her ignorance of dropping her M4 earlier back in the tunnel. Her combat hype was increasing dramatically, she felt her heart scraping at the inside of her chest threatening to break free; for the amount of time she'd spent so far in Raccoon City it was all too much and all too soon. The constant orders for ammo was increasing by each Pantheon team member, it was likely they were going to be cleaned out before any reinforcements caught up to them. Aya unhitched her stock bandolier and let it tip to the ground, 5.56 rounds spilling out along with three loaded M4 Custom mags; how much they'd co-operate with each Pantheon members primary firearms was unsure but they'd be able to use the ammunition on the inside regardless. Aya tapped each team member on the shoulder, pointing to the ammo and holding out a mag for reload before slipping out two of her empty box mags and loading them with the loose rounds.
When she was done Aya placed the remaining mags on the cover which the Pantheon team members were using for easy access. She noticed one of the access entrances weren't covered leading from an adjacent platform, hostiles quickly approaching from the direction. Aya removed herself from the ground and blind sprinted to the tunnel, launching herself up after reaching the entrance and slamming her back against the roof. It crumbled and several pieces of grey and lifeless concrete fell to the floor; Aya jumped up again after the initial landing and grabbed hold of a huge jagged slab of cement, pulling it down. As it broke free of the ceiling she summersaulted backwards spinning as far and fast enough until the huge slab was facing the oncoming hostiles. Aya, having planting both feet on on the flat side of the slab priorly, let go and thrusted out with her legs projecting and launching into the hostiles. Very much all of the zombies were crushed, Aya pulled down another two slabs on top of them to block off the rest of the tunnel. It was after the shudder from the collapse that Aya was able to hear the cry for help, matching the voice back to the civilian.
Locating Mike was a bit of a hassle, since the Licker had forced him to the ground he was out of sight from all the other mercinaries and soldiers, plus zombies, blocking Aya's view. A second shout narrowed the location, Aya already moving. Her right foot hit the concrete floor in succession, feeling the springs and organic hydrolics in her leg operate like steamworks as she Locomotive Jumped over the engaged Pantheon forces and covered the 40 metre or so distance between her and Mike. She collided with the Licker upon landing and forced it off of him. Bone crunched as Aya stood up, her right hand tightly gripping one of the Lickers legs. She casually began to swing the Licker around her building up strength and speed before slamming it into an adjacent piller, literally snapping it in half. It dropped to the floor, limp.
Aya hadn't wanted to over exploit her strength in any given situations when they were on the job, unfortunately the circumstances had proved otherwise. She felt the adrenalin as her hands shook, helping Mike up and pointing to the Pantheon members for cover, heading over to the position herself so that she didn't get in anybody elses way.
Only a dozen or so zombies were left, cakewalk; the Ebony creatures from earlier had learnt their lesson and chose not to attack any further and any Lickers that remained would surely have focused fire on them inevitably tearing them to pieces.
Aya sent out a signal for the team to regroup on her, the sooner that happened to sooner they could be briefed on their assignment and fullfil their contract.
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Post by SirSmokesAlot on Dec 21, 2008 10:32:28 GMT -5
Mike ran towards the Patheon soldeirs, he tryed cocking his shotgun but it was bent and broken in half because of the licking, Mike then through his shotgun and got with the soldiers and checked out his backpack real quick and found his 9mm, he didnt use it much since he barely had any ammo, mike then stood up and swung his backpack back on his back and checked the ammo on the 9mm and not shooting everything, he only had two clips left of ammo so he only shot the zombies getting real close to them. "Guys cover me i dont have much ammo left"
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Post by #+h3 M!$+3r P@r@d0x on Dec 21, 2008 13:06:18 GMT -5
This was much more that the typical everyday mess to say the least. Ian shouldered himself against a wall, then noticed that the others had made a sprint for the heavily guarded barricades not too far up ahead. The reason the zombies were puring in would be due to the lack of coordination, but who is to say that both teams were not doing the best they could to hold out for as long as they had? The threat was decreasing, and the hostiles seemed to have been either dying... or pulling out. The fact that Hunters had enough sense to pull out was more than Ian could grasp at this time, they were "War Machines" genetically constructed for this kind of assualt... but he caught himself in mid thought.
Craaaaaaaaack...
Ian braced himself with his weapon drawn, firing multiple rounds at the creature that had just broke through the wall to his immediate left. The first shot connected to the tunnel wall, then was followed by three other shots that caught the huge greenish-brown creature in the chest region. A grunt was followed by the sould of metal screeching across a chalk-board. Ian side-stepped before letting five more rounds connect with the creatures massive frame. Blood would begin to splatter across the walls as the creature let out a enormous roar of pain that only a Alpha Hunter could accomplish. The weapon splattered another couple of rounds before clicking slowly, the sound was followed by Ian reaching for another clip conviently placed at his side. The clip slid in quickly, the cocked and realeased another five well-placed rounds. The Hunter lept back into he tunnel, then dissapeared...
" Brenton, get your ass to the barricade..." his headset blared as his team member echoed across his ear... " We have a safe zone acquired, wait for back-up before you get yourself killed trying to be a freaking hero..."
The quick pit-pat of his own footsteps was all Ian could focus on, each stride leading him closer to his objective. The roar of fimiliar weapons and creatures alike was enough to make him realize that this nightmare would never end. The entire world had suffered before, and now... it is happening all over again. Veterans... yeah that's what they call em'. He shook his head and continued to the barricade where the others were standing... taking position on the outskirts to gain access... then move in to give orders for unloading the ammunition.
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