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Post by Shogun Liquid© on Dec 21, 2008 19:48:31 GMT -5
First Squad's Postion
"GIMME SOME AMMO! I NEED SOME F*CKING AMMO GOD DAMN IT!"
Sgt. Middleton bursted out in spiteful hate, fustrated that he had nothing to do as his squad and their allies, PMC Dragon Fly, battled for their lives for holding the position. Suddenly a clear voice shouted behind them against the gunfire and shouts from both TFP and PMCD alike.
"SOMEBODY ASKED FOR AMMO?!"
Lieutenant Miles Cooper of the 14th Quartermaster Detachment shouted behind First Squad as he and his accompanying men of 7 soliders hurridly carried several crates and dragged bags packed with ammo towards them.
They placed their cargo behind the Squad and the Lieutenant's men temporarily replaced those men without ammo, holding their positions for them as several TFP and PMCD men scrambled away from the barricades and greedily got what they needed at the ammo pile.
The officer crept up to Sgt. Middleton as this was being done.
"I"VE BROUGHT ENOUGH AMMO TO LAST YOU GUYS FOR 3 HOURS. MORE ON THE WAY BUT THEY'RE A B*TCH TO CARRY HERE!" The man shouted, referencing the last part to the pile of ammo behind them.
"NO OFFENSE SIR BUT YOU'R QUARTERMASTERS! THAT'S WHAT YOU DO!"
"AMEN BROTHER AMEN!" Cooper patted the Sergeant and ordered his men to leave Position Alamo as they headed back to HQ to grab more ammo.
Second Squad's Position (OOC: Lol sorry if my post of Second Squad is inaccruate. I'm a bit confused as to who is with Second and who is with First.)
"FRIENDLIES COMING THROUGH!" A voice shouted behind Samuel.
Sgt. Orpella manuvered a crate with a fellow Quartermaster and placed the ammo crate behind Second Squad's position, opening it and revealing to them M4 magazines just waiting to be used. Behind the Sergeant, several of his men brought bags and crates to his position and opened them, showing to anyone who looked that it held enough ammo of every type normally used by Western armies to fill the pockers of TFP and PMCD members.
"EVERYTHING YOU NEED RIGHT HERE!" The man shouted to the NCO incharge of Second Squad.
"DON'T KNOW IF IT WILL WORK FOR THE PMCD GUYS, BUT HECK, WE BROUGHT A LITTLE OF EVERTYING. YOU GOT MAGAZINE's FOR NATO ROUNDS, BELTS FOR MG's AND SOME SHOTGUN ROUNDS IF YOU NEED THEM. NO 9MM THOUGH. I'LL BE WORKING TO GET THAT IN THE NEXT AMMO RUN. SEE YOU GUYS IN 3 HOURS!"
Then the Sergeant and his men from the 14th Quartermaster Detachment left.
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Post by Lance Bishop on Dec 21, 2008 21:25:31 GMT -5
[[OOC: I read through some of the posts to get a grip on what is goin' on, so excuse me if I fumble through something.]]
Lance had been brought on board by Dragonfly not to long ago. Unfortuantely the current contract was already underway, but he wasn't going to be left out of the action. The teams were manuevering through a series of tunnells in Raccoon City. It had taken hours of monitoring GPS and utilizing some of his old skills from his days in the 7th Special Forces Group to track them down.
Bishop had showed up just in time too. Only moments after catching up with the groups they were ambushed by a legion of the undead. "Looks like I picked the right time to show up.." The Mercenary thought, a smirk spreading across his face. Things weren't going to be easy, but thats the way he liked it.. Hell that was the story of his life. Lance had spent years sleeping in the freezing mountains of Afghanistan, avoiding malaria in Africa, and trading shots with just about every terrorist organization known to the United States.
The re - animated corpses began to fill the stairwells ahead of them and thats when the battle began. Every weapon on the line opened up, muzzle flashes danced along the barrels like a firework show. Bishop decided to add his '21 to the mix. He used a railway guard as a perch, using the optical enhancer (scope) to zero in on his prey. As far as he was concerned the zombies were the hunted ones. He was making the big bucks for deep sixing them again.
Bishop had been choosing targets by their value, the closer ones being the higher priority. The former sniper didn't either the time nor the need to calculate his shots, instead Lance used the 'hold off' method. His crosshairs danced across the endless forms of undead ranks. The man's right index finger rubbed against the trigger of the M21 SWS, a weapon less than suited for this situation. The crosshairs settled center mass on one of the approaching zombies.
He applied the three needed pounds to put the M21's firing mechanisms in motion. The rifle kicked back, a 7.62mm round zipped forward. The Mercenary didn't have time to see if his hit had succeeded, instead he moved on, picking targets and knockin' them down. The loud crack of his rifle joined the others, a true symphony of destruction.
The situation wasn't looking good, but they only had to hold for a few more minutes. The ammunition was running thin and Lance felt he would finally have to fall back to his sidearm, the 1911. It worked well at close quarters, but lacked effective knockdown power and magazine capacity. "Red!" Bishop called out as he dropped the nearly emptied magazine from the port, replacing it with a fresh one from his vest webbing. A round already rest in the chamber, so the rifle was ready to fire once the fresh magazine was in place.
"Green!" He called out, letting the others know that he was back in the fire. The roar of his high powered rifle re - joined the fight; messengers of death in the form of 7.62mm rounds cut through the rotting flesh of the attackers.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Dec 22, 2008 0:13:43 GMT -5
Aya turned to the Sargeant as the reinforcement ammo was brought towards them, hearing Orpella shout over the gunfire on what rds had been brought to the battle. Once he'd finished his explanation to one of the Pantheon members Aya stood up, she signalled for Primary and Backup; when the Sargeant pointed to the ammo she shook her head and insisted that it was firearms she required. The fact that Aya had solely used signals was pretty bogus to the Sargeant, regardless, he unequiped himself of his SIG 556 and took his P229 from his fellow quartermaster and handed them both to Aya. Aya nodded her head in gratitude and charged the Rifle.
She stood up at her position, the rest of the Task Force Pantheon and PMC-Dragonfly operatives having a relatively crouched or half crouches position behind their cover; Aya gave aid firing over their heads, keeping forwards and away from their heads incase any felt they truly needed to standup. Aya was surprised how snug the 556 felt in her hands, it was a lot more comfortable and easier to shoot with than the M4 Custom. Next thing she knew was she'd be finding the P229 better than her Glock 22. She shook the unfocused thinking from her head.
There was an intense lack of zombies moving in through the adjacent tunnels and platforms, it was becoming clear that their numbers were truly dwindling. As Aya stood back and reloaded she felt that her assistance in this resistance wasn't needed any further considering just two Pantheon members alone could wipe out the rest of the zombies stumbling through into the platform.
Aya was also taken aback by the amount of carcasses lying on the floor; the floor almost wasn't even visible. It was then that her sickness towards the scenario returned and she lifted the back of her gloved hand up to her nose to block the stench.
She turned away trying to forget it. Aya sent out another radio signal to the rest of her team and held her hand above her head, one finger out and spinning it in a circle for them to regroup on her before pointing in the direction of the Pantheon setup further into the Central Subway. She re-equiped her badolier with 5.56 mags before moving off in the direction of where they'd be given their task.
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Post by Nanaya on Dec 22, 2008 2:11:39 GMT -5
Kyle fired a couple more rounds at a zombie that had just burst through a utility closet, the being dressed in some ragged civilian clothing and its skin decayed to the point where its skull and naked bones were visible through its rotten flesh. As soon as the thing collapsed to the ground from the freshly created bullet holes in its head, Kyle brought his right arm up to cover his mouth and nose. The smell was horrible; the quality of the air was probably equal to, if not worse, than a entire slaughter house filled with rotten meat. One lone zombie was enough to handle, but the smell of so many laying across the floor, almost blocking the view of the ground....
F**k, this smells like—
Kyle gagged a bit and moved to cover his mouth with his left hand, barely enduring it. He coughed raggedly before forcing himself to breathe through his mouth and taking slow inhales and exhales.
After recuperating, Kyle noticed Aya's signal and regrouped toward her, raising his guard again and silently promising himself that he would not blow chunks.
As walked forward, a body from the pile of corpses twitched and another ghoul began to lift itself up, revealing a woman in a police uniform. The deceased RCPD officer moaned weakly and began shuffling toward Kyle, before it fell face first into the sea of bodies after tripping over one of them. Kyle just shook his head took aim at the now crawling zombie. The suppressed burst of bullets tore through the remaining flesh on the creature's head and splashed a mixture of goo and flesh, the brain of the infected now completely shredded. Kyle just silently reloaded his MP7A1, slapping in a fresh clip and chambering the first round before walking back to the regroup location.
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Post by thegunny on Dec 22, 2008 11:51:31 GMT -5
OOC: Alright wrote up a post but lost it, and the "retrieve post" function wouldn't work. I'm not rewriting all of it... so heres a skeletal version Things die down and the convoy arrives, a LAV-25 followed by an ASV-150, 5 MULE logistics robots and another two ASV-150's all stopping at the platform of the terminal after having navigated the tunnels. Although the subway cars weren't working yet, the T.F.P practically relied on vehicles that were Subway-travel capable for their ground mechanized forces. So the subway cars being disabled wasn't quite a handicap. This is Husky one, reinforcements and ammunition have arrived on your position Sierra one-two Several fireteams were detached from the times who then swamp the convoy to offload all of the supplies from the MULE's and ASV-150's, helping Squires' men resupply their position. Squires checked the battle.net while they offloaded supplies, and noted that all terminals had been secured and were being held. That alone had stretched T.F.P thin, but having all the terminals was the most strategically important objectives for now in order to take over the subway. That so far was the only objective they could handle now. After several minutes, a plan of battle message was sent throughout the battle.net from the big three regarding their work for the next few hours
OPERATION: "Ant Hill". Order of battle update from Lieutenan General Strauss, T.F.P senior ground-forces official
1.1) all flame throwers are now prohibited until authorization is cleared with the big three. Subway infrastructure to valuable. Maintaining the subway infrastructure is high priority. Similar restrictions to things of the same effect.
1.2) Hold your assigned objective until relieved by conventional military forces 2) Move on to secondary objectives
2.1) 1st and 2nd platoon's secure the central subway shopping areas and prepare it as a residential zone 2.2) Dragonfly P.M.C secure the Raccoon city radio station intact and set up a perimeter. Hold the news station and await further orders.
2.3) Black hand team secure and activate the power generator
3) Stand by for orders to commence the third phase of operation "Ant hill"Following orders, everyone buckled down and held tight for an hour and 6 minutes before a company of national guardsmen poured down the stairs and moved in to take their places holding the barricades and patrolling outside of the terminal. After that, everyone broke up. ------------------------------ T.F.PSquires barks out 1st platoon! Up and at em! Over the barricades and through the boons, to the shopping center we go!All 4 squads did as he said and left the terminal, starting their way down from the platform and moving through the tunnels in the direction the P.M.C.D Merc's had come from. Locked and loaded, Watson on point whispers for everyone to shut up and keep their eyes open.Hunters...The mutated hunters that had attacked the P.M.C.D and black hand before was around them, stalking them as they moved towards the shopping area... Squires whispers into his headsetPlatoon, Delta pattern one two thirty four. By that, he meant first squad get into a vee formation, second squad get into a wedge formation, while the third and fourth squads form up into line formations covering their rear. They're flank's weren't a problem. The squad leaders began to distribute their men accordingly, and the platoon continued to advance. 2nd platoon would be in the shopping areas waiting to regroup with them. They'd need to head in quick. Hopefully Chimera's and lickers would leave them alone... Formations www.simhq.com/_land2/land_076b.html------------------------------- PMCD The order of battle transmission was sufficient, but when it came to deployment time another transmission came in as to their whole contract. Although the first objective had been to secure the Radio station(Apparently arriving to the subway terminal hadn't been considered an objective. Just a way point), it also showed that they had several more blanks in an objective-template that can be filled in as needed to reassign them before a contract renewal would be required. The contract had new schematics, software, channel frequency numbers and maps attached to it for download into the teams P.D.A's and radio's. The software was to make them more compatible with the T.F.P forces, the channel frequencies were to allow them to communicate easier, and the maps and schematics were to help them get to their current objective. They're objective was up the stairs and a few blocks away...a small notepad file was also attached with a small warning and additional contract opportunity typed in...
CAUTION: HOSTILE HUMAN FORCES MAY POSSIBLY BE OPERATING IN YOUR A.O(area of operations). REPORT ANY FINDINGS. CONTRACT BONUS MAY BE AWARDED FOR SIGNIFICANTLY VALUABLE INTEL ON HOSTILE HUMAN FORCES, IF ENCOUNTERED
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Bishop Morse
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People will fall, governments will fall, nations will fall... I will not
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Post by Bishop Morse on Dec 22, 2008 17:12:23 GMT -5
After hearing that there had been no 9mm rounds brought up Morse looked at his MP-5. He didn’t like that gun anyway, it wasn’t very accurate, was hard to hold, and wasted ammunition way to fast. He took it off from around his neck.
Well this piece a s***s useless Morse said as the through it to the ground after applying the safety. He then looked over at the weapons brought up. He saw what seemed to be an older M-16, not a very modified variant of it. Morse’s father was in Vietnam, and he was wearing his fathers combat jacket so he thought it would be a nice combination. He picked up the weapon and slung it over his shoulder. He grabbed about 4 clips and slapped 2 in both of his lower pockets.
Morse being a part of second squad moved forward accordingly with their new orders. He was on the right side of the Wedge formation as they moved forward. He wasn’t the happiest with the current situations but it was good enough. He tied his bandana onto his head, which was Texas flag. He didn’t wear a helmet but was wearing a headset and had a set of goggles. He brought his M-16 to bear and kept his eyes forward waiting for what ever might happen
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Post by thegunny on Dec 22, 2008 19:46:11 GMT -5
OOC: The M.U.L.E's brought ammo for all 1st platoon personnel... what ever you use was registered into a database for 1st platoon ammunition requirements and so the ammunition resupply was sent according to the data. So don't worry if the quartermaster didn't bring the right ammo. The one thing that wasn't budget cuted severely by the T.F.P was the individual ground pounders equipment, including firearms and ammunition. Most vehicles, aircraft, and robotic equipment is handy downs that they got to keep after the split up.
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Post by Metal Head on Dec 22, 2008 20:23:47 GMT -5
(OOC: Sorry for not posting sooner, but I’ve read up and I think I know what’s going on)
By the time we’d reached the TFP checkpoint, I was completely dry of .45 Ammo for my Colt, and my G22 had been messed up by the Hunter attack. Now all I had left was my knife, so I just took a knee in the middle of the checkpoint and kept an eye out for ammunition. When the Quartermasters finally arrived, I grabbed four clips of .45 ammo, slammed one into the breech and started opening fire on the straggling zombies.
When I ran dry on my first clip, I glanced down into the subway and saw various vehicles offloading weapons and ammo. Since all I had left was my Colt, I rushed down to the vehicles and cracked open one of the crates. Inside was a perfectly new M4 Carbine, so I grabbed it along with five clips and headed back to the checkpoint. With the new M4 slung over my shoulder, I shot at the zombies with one hand, and slide all the mags into my pouches across my vest with the other. When I was all set, I ejected the spent mag in my Colt, popped in a fresh one, holstered my sidearm, and shouldered the M4.
Flipping the safety to Semi-Automatic, I spent just about half the clip before ceasing my fire. The zombies had stopped now, and the ground was littered with mangled corpses. If I didn’t know any better I’d have thought this was a massacre, but it wasn’t because these things weren’t human. At one point they probably lived normal lives, but that all changed just the day before.
Pulling out my PDA, I let my M4 hang lazily from my chest harness as I read over the newly downloaded intel. Taking a once over of the channel frequencies, I switched my headset to the main TFP channel. The blueprints didn’t help much as I already knew most of Raccoon City from the initial outbreak. The only difference from then and now was the new, modern buildings and stores which had replaced the old crumbling buildings of the generations past.
Just seconds later I caught the radio signal on the PMCD channel and moved to Aya’s position for a regroup. The smell from the bodies was putrid, but nothing I hadn’t smelt before.
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Post by SirSmokesAlot on Dec 23, 2008 10:12:39 GMT -5
Mike followed aya most of the time, trying to stick with her it was the only person he trusted throughout everyone there he didnt know them much besides Mike didnt have much ammo and because of all the shooting he never heard that there was ammo, Mike was a civilian anyway and only had a 9mm because his shotgun bent after the fight with that liking, Mike noticed less zombies because these group or groups of soldiers were killing or re-killing them Mike just got cover with the rest of the soldiers and followed them wherever they went he knew he would be safe, Mike cocked his 9mm and started accurately shooting towards the zombies trying to hit them in the head and making sure he doesnt waste all of the ammo he had left to the 9mm.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Dec 23, 2008 12:35:29 GMT -5
Aya sifted through the information that popped up on her HUD as it transfered, connecting the rest of her team that hadn't established yet for them to know their current objective. The added note was somewhat confusing; who the hostile force was exactly ended up being a pretty good question, Aya decided that the intelligence would be just as good for them as it would be for Task Force Pantheon and decided a duplication would be in order so that PMC Dragonfly could keep tabs on the potential thread, whoever they were.
She closed her eyes and breathed deeply as she pushed the headset off her face, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Aya approached Mike, the civilian and pulled him over to a Pantheon operatives open notbook PC pointing at the final notice of the Blackhand team, signalling that she prefered Mike worked with TFP in the scenario rather than her PMC team. Babysitting wasn't a part of their contract, and it was the only available option unless he wanted to stay here with the rest of the TFP forces at their current Head Quarters.
A brief hand gesture signalled the rest of her team to move out; Aya started jogging towards Orange lines exit, heading up the staircase. It lead to another, smaller, set of shops; however they way up was another staircase directly next to the one running from the platform. Aya ran her fingers over the drying blood on her neck and around her wound; she took a roll of bandage out of her pack and tore it at an appropriate length, applying it to the wound and patting it down; it'd hold off the bleeding it it opened again. Regardless, the sore throat hurt like all cold hell, wincing once and a while whenever she swallowed; it wouldn't impede their mission, it was just bloody annoying.
Aya braced herself for worse problems, a suction sound occuring as she pushed open the air tight glass door into the wet and cold night.
<Aya has left for the Tram Station>
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Post by Nanaya on Dec 23, 2008 16:48:58 GMT -5
A familiar feelings swept over Kyle slightly as he continued to carefully move forward and scan the area for hostiles: the feeling of tiredness. Fatigue was starting to well up in him again—he hadn't had a decent sleep in a while and that nap in the desert wasn't exactly appealing. Still, first thing was first; once he and the team did whatever they need to do, get their pay checks signed, then get the hell out of here, then there would be time for sleeping, but until then—
—I got to hike through hell and make sure none of these bastards take a chomp on my ass. How in the hell did this damn thing start over anyway?
The cause of the outbreak hadn't been had Kyle concerned until now; he always thought that the first one was caused because some idiot scientist accidentally broke a vial or some s*** like that. But now with this happening, Kyle is questioning the reason for this and the last outbreak. He doubt he'll ever know the reasons though. Not unless his next assignment has to do with the causes—maybe infiltrate a lab of some sort or destroy evidence of some kind....
A stair case led up to a glass door with a sign above it reading "Station".
They had reached the Tram Station.
Kyle followed Aya and the others through the door, keeping his weapon ready. Last time he counted, Kyle had two extra clips for the MP7A1 plus the fully loaded current in it—not to mention his custom MEU(SOC). He hoped that the ammo would hold out long enough for them to complete this assignment, because if it was one thing Kyle hated, it was running out of ammo and finding your back against the wall.
Kyle is now at the Tram Station.
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Post by thegunny on Dec 24, 2008 1:58:23 GMT -5
OOC: Liquid, your free to wreak havoc with the mentioned foes.
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Post by SirSmokesAlot on Dec 24, 2008 11:12:39 GMT -5
Mike understood aya and went with the TFP he ran up to them and introduced himself. Hey, im mike. After he introduced himself he looked at his 9mm and asked them. Do any of you by any chance can spare a weapon all i have it this 9mm with um.. twelve shots left.
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Post by Lance Bishop on Dec 24, 2008 12:31:44 GMT -5
Bishop had recieved the new contract updates rather quickly. The mercenary flipped through the new guidelines, his eyes coming across an added warning. "Human hostiles.." A grin spread across his face. Living, breathing, humans always provided the best challenge. This was going to make things interesting, but Bishop liked it that way.
Lance snagged an extra box magazine for his M21 before moving out with the rest of PMC - D. The man slung his large rifle across his back and removed the Springfield 1911. The weapon was good and reliable in close quarters. He often considered having it modified to house a large magazine, maybe twelve round. That was expensive though.
The former sniper made his way along the former battlefield, the corpses stacked high, dried blood crusted the floor. The smell was almost to much to handle, it took him back to the days in Africa when he operated with a local militia. Death was something he was use to by now, the sickening effects having been there and gone.
The LED on the man's sidearm flipped on, the bright cone of light scanning over his path. The rest of the mercenaries were moving spaced out, setting their waypoint at the tram station. Lance was the newbie on board, but was not a greenie to combat. That was the strange thing with mercs, usually one saw the 'new guy' as a fresh kid off the street. Well not in a mercenary's situation. They were all battle veterans, tough, and nasty.
Bishop is now at the Tram Station
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Dec 25, 2008 8:31:49 GMT -5
<OoC: So does anyone want to feel free on following up their post with another in the Tram Station?>
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