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Post by thegunny on Dec 26, 2008 0:10:17 GMT -5
As the teams moved, dark figures move along the ceilings, the sound of scurrying behemoths above the team. The figures disappear before they can find a target. First sergeant Ramano barks out into his headset quietly, his Brooklyn accent infesting his speech
Look alive men! Hostiles in the vicinity! Safeties off, weapons loaded, socks and c**ks squared away, we ain't sitting around jerking around anymore. We're back in the thick of it.
The continued scurrying movement around them confirmed this... they were being stalked. The numerous directions suggested it was at least a pack of 4 or 5 of them... then there were a lizard like growls from all around... met by deafening screeches from behind... the formation comes to a halt and drops to the ground ready to defend themselves. The sounds weren't being aimed at them though, and they weren't staying still.. they were going back and forth at each other, and were moving back and forwards from each other.. as if one was trying to intimidate the other and seem to be attacking. Then, it stopped... and it became apparent why. It seemed like a group of licker's and the pack of hunters just split the groups in half, one agreeing to have one half while the other gets the other half... The order echoed out from every N.C.O and Squires as if in one
OPEN FIRE!
--------------------------- As the team hunkered down, it soon became apparent why they were there. The zombies roaming around scattered soon started roam nearer, and nearer, seeming more focused, attracted to the team... the shopping areas needed to be cleared out before being used as a residential zone for a reason. A trio of zombies finally lung at the troops...
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Post by Mikey on Dec 27, 2008 6:44:10 GMT -5
Samuel had been itching to shoot as soon as he heard the sounds, saw the blurs in the corner of his eye. It took a great ammount of dicapline on his part to hold his trigger finger steady and wait for the order. Even more so when the screams died down. It could only mean that either one group had been killed in an instant by the other, or they decided to form some sort of alliance out of the pits of Hell itself and turn on the troops.
Either way, Samuel wasnt sure. He was relived though. Relived when the order came out. Screaming from radio headsets and through the air from the mouths of commanders of all sort and rank, the order to open fire.
Samuel didnt wait to be told twice before he aimed at what he thought to be a shape in the dark and opened fire. It the shape wasnt a monster as he thought, he was wasteing ammo and maybe, by luck alone, getting a stray bullet to hit a target. If he was right, then whatever it was he was shooting at was having one bi*ch of a day.
He saw it to be the latter as the shape arched, let out a scream, and started running toward him. Or maybe someone else, but Samuel was firing as if it's deadly razor edged claws were aimed at his own neck. About thirty rounds later, having been fired in less than the space of time it took for the creature to close ranks, it seemed to lose balance and crash to the ground. Samuel peppered it with a few more rounds to be sure it was dead, and aimed again. Seeing another shape that he thought looked a bit like a hunter, he fired.
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Post by Colonel Jones on Dec 31, 2008 1:55:51 GMT -5
Jones and his team waited inside of the UH-60 Blackhawk anxiously until they had reached the drop point, or DP. Once the helicopter stopped moving forward, Jones knew that it was time to go. He motioned for his men to drop the rappel ropes, and they did as they were told. They tossed the ropes out and made sure they were sturdy before rappelling down. They all set up a small circular perimeter waiting for the Colonel to fast rope down. "Well boys, thanks for the ride and I had better have my apple martini when you get back to pick us up" Jones said jokingly to the pilots. They both smiled and gave slight laughs. Jones took off his on-board headset and hung it on a clip before grabbing the rope and sliding down. Once his team was clear, the chopper dropped the ropes and flew back toward the base.
Jones moved his team up, checking corners and watching their backs. Once they reached the subway tunnel, Jones radioed Squires "Squires, this is Jones. We are moving into the station now. We will set up a perimeter near the checkpoint and wait for you there, over." Jones and his team moved into the station and cleared the area. With few shots fired, the area was clear from what the team could tell. "Alright...Get anything you can that we can use for a barrier and set it up in a ten foot by fifteen foot fort. We need to hold this position until the next team gets here." Jones called out to his team. As two men stood guard, the rest of the men began to build the small fort. Jones helped carry things back and forth for the blockade and he helped keep watch as well.
After about twenty minutes, the fort was finished and Jones' men set up inside. They spread out to the edges of the fort and waited. Some of them were taking periodic drinks from their canteens and a few more were snacking on some Nutrigrain bars. Jones kept a close eye on things, he did not want to get surrounded. Suddenly, the Colonel heard a noise. "TFP! Call back!" He yelled out in the direction of the sound. Another soldier heard something and looked to another soldier. They both shot a few rounds in the direction and then there was silence. Out of the darkness, four runners came running toward the fort. The soldiers took them out with ease and Jones readied his rifle.
"Be ready boys...When there are a few, more will come." He said loud enough for the team to hear. Suddenly, more runners came from the dark areas and the team began to fire into the runners. There were easily twenty of them. Jones aimed his rifle at runners that seemed to get passed his men and he would put a few rounds to the zombie's brains. "Squires! We are being attacked. We could use some help, there seems to be an endless number of the ass holes! He called into the radio. His men continued firing and killing the zombies as they ran toward the fort. They would periodically need to reload, and Jones would cover that direction until the man cleared his reload.
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Post by SirSmokesAlot on Jan 5, 2009 14:34:27 GMT -5
Mike unfortunately was left with only a 9mm to bare arms with, he then looked around and noticed the end of the tunnel, he then ran towards the outside and it led to the streets of raccoon city, Mike did not know what was awaiting him but he was ready for whatever would hit him.
"Now in the streets"
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Post by thegunny on Jan 5, 2009 21:13:42 GMT -5
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Post by Mikey on Jan 6, 2009 2:28:59 GMT -5
(Hey, I posted. Leave me alone! One of the two people who posted...Ahem!)
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Post by Colonel Jones on Jan 6, 2009 13:47:34 GMT -5
{{I posted!}}
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Post by Mikey on Jan 6, 2009 15:42:13 GMT -5
(You were the second of two. See? Only two!)
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Post by thegunny on Jan 6, 2009 17:52:30 GMT -5
Pointing at those people who I expected to be back by now....
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Post by thegunny on Jan 7, 2009 21:27:03 GMT -5
OOC: Holding a bit longer cause we have another guy coming in and I'm going to give him some time.
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Post by thegunny on Jan 9, 2009 18:19:59 GMT -5
The fight would be measured in milla-seconds, too fast for seconds let alone minutes. The hunters moved and struck hard and fast, but they died quickly as well. One man was knocked with broken bones as the dead hunter slammed into him full on and knocked him down with the hunter on top. Another hunter swiped at a T.F.P operator and barely missed a fatal cut, shredding the bottom of the mans tactical vest and slashing his chest. Any mortal wounds were prevented by his T.F.P-issued vest which combined an upper layer of a stab-proof vest combined with the lower layer of a bullet-proof vest, meaning he had very effective protection. Another two men were tossed aside like rag dolls with sickening bone-crunching sounds as the final hunter raged and flailed, not aiming to scratch, but just tossing its arms and weight around knocking men all around around it without killing any of them, but injuring a total of 6. All 4 hunters were down quick. The Licker's were able to take one man down, though, with their tongue. Two others were wounded. One was killed, but the last two retreated....
cease fire! Cease fire! Status check! FACE THE REAR, LICKER'S TO THE REAR!
Yellow! Yellow! Red!
HUNTER CONFIRMED DEAD! Reloading! Wounded! Hit! LICKER IS STAYING DOWN!
The chaotic but effective orders, reports, exclamations, and requests were shot around rapid fire amongst the men as everyone busied themselves and halted, regrouping and preparing for another ambush from the last two licker's. Within a few moments Squires had a full report to understand where they stood. They'd have to stay here for a few moments and wait for the national guardsmen to come here and get the wounded. The medics worked the entire 5 minutes it took took to get the national guards to get to them, guns blazing, and escort the wounded. They were down 8 men, one of them dead. The rest were combat-able. That left the company at 20 men. Squires quickly made his choice, sending the fully-manned first squad on point
(Liquid, you can say what formation you want first squad to take)
First squad! Point! Lead the formation to Colonel Jones position, and quickly but carefully! 2nd squad, behind them, 8 meters distance! 2nd squad and all remaining men behind first squad, wedge formations! First squad lead the way! ----------------------------------
JONESEH! WAITING ON THAT NEW RADIO OPERATOR FOR YOU
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Post by thegunny on Jan 11, 2009 0:18:14 GMT -5
OOC: A lot of our boys are missing. We're not waiting on Sly, Gunman, or Bishop anymore. Mikey, your post. Jones, if you don't wanna wait on the radio operator(can't guarantee him to get here soon), say so.
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Post by D-Rock on Jan 11, 2009 13:19:02 GMT -5
"Yes sir!" Derek said with confidence. Derek took the M16 that was so loosley slung around his shoulder and brought it to combat readiness. He ejected his empty magazine, and put a fully loaded one in its place. He also checked his sidearm; still clean and spotless. However, Seargent May doubted whether it would stay that way after they were done with their mission.
In the hell that has happened since the Outbreaks, Derek all of a sudden found himself in command of First Squad. It all happened so fast, but Derek, with his already proven leadership skills in Rio, was ready for his new role.
"First Squad, This way!" Ordered Derek, as his team of 9 men and women followed him into the darkness. Second Squad followed closely. He didn't know anyone from Second Squad really well, and with Third Squad and their newly appointed CO Seargent Nathan Middleton, he really didn't know them either. and with but ever since he joined Pantheon, he started to get to know his now insubordinates in First Squad...
Johnathan Lake was an agile man. at 21, he was the youngest in his squad. He was skinny, and not very strong, but is a black belt in Taikwondo, and specializes in hand to hand combat. A rather quiet man, Johnny likes to spend time by himself, listening to music. While his teamates are a little more social than him, Johnny will never back down from a fight.
Jack Parrone is the veteran of the squad. This 25 year old man has seen more B.O.Ws than anyone Derek has ever met. A family man, Jack loves to talk about his family, and will die for his family. He is the storyteller of First Squad, as everyone, including Derek, loves to listen in to his stories.
23 year old Rachel Walters is your typical girl next door. That is, if that girl can kill you more times than you blink in a day. Deadly on the eyes, Rachels looks has distracted everyone in first squad. But behind her seemingly volumptuous body, Rachel is a killing machine. Her weapon of choice is the Unsung Hero of automatic rifles: The M4.
Neil Smith is the clown of the group. This 23 year old joker has made more people laugh than Umbrella made zombies. While not a quality the Armed Forces look for, Neils' wit has been known to ease the tensions that First Squad has during the most dangerous of missions.
The Dangerous Duo: Richard Lovecraft and David Gates. Best friends since childhood. The team of 24 year olds have an obsession with Semi-Automatic guns. While Rich is the team sniper, David loves the M14, and is absolutley deadly with it. Doubling and squad communications soldier, David serves a more back-up role than front on assualt. However, the Duo's tactics are absolutley essential to First Squad, and are a very important asset.
The last three, Samuel Winters, Anderson, and Justin Inman, are sort of an enigma to Derek. However, they are the heart and soul of the squads First Fire Team. They are all experts of comabt, and Derek is happy to have them in the squad.
These soldiers made First Squad, and Seargent May was proud to be able to serve with them. Even when Derek was a commissioned officer in the Marines, and when he took part in the attempted evacuation in Rio, he never had a team of individuals quite like this, and would die for them if he had to.
The combined squads made their way towards Colonel Jones position, quickly, but slowly enough to make sure there were no "surprises" that waited for them. But as they advanced, the sound of groans echoed fiercly in the darkness. Derek made sure his M16 was tight against his soldier, and was ready for whatever waited for them in the dark abyss that laid in front of them.
OOC: First post in forever. I wanted to sort of advance the plot while getting some character background in their as well. I'm still new at this, so I will take it light for a little while.
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Post by Mikey on Jan 11, 2009 21:18:33 GMT -5
Samuel, after all the shooting and the orders being thrown around and the chaos of losing men and the clusterfu*k of movement being made, was slightly disoriented when it all quieted down. He stood in one place and waited for a new order to be given, peeling back his balaclava and wrapping it up on his helmet. His scarred face was visible to anyone who cared to shine their light over and look, and his namesake frame was visible to anyone in the dark.
When the order for first squad to form up and take point for the company was given, he hauled his seven foot two a*s into position with a bunch of people he found he didnt know. Towering over them all, as well as heafting the biggest weapon, he listened for what was to be done next. As he did, he checked his Ultimax to see if it was in working order. Mostly if it had any ammo in it. Seeing he had about half a drum worth of rounds, he changed it out for a full one.
Desperately fighting the urge to light a cigarette, always having a full case of them up in his helmet with a lighter in his pocket, and waited for Jones to give the orders.
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Post by Colonel Jones on Jan 12, 2009 1:11:22 GMT -5
(Well, Gunny, I will probably say, I don't think I'm ready to wait any longer...)
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