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Post by rezidentevilman on Apr 6, 2009 18:38:08 GMT -5
A lone, shambling undead corpse came up to the window and started pounding. "Cover his eyes and ears." Rusty ordered to his wife, who quickly obeyed. Rusty aimed at the head and pulled the trigger. "Daddy, who was that?" J asked. "Noone, just a homeless guy asking for directions." Rusty replied. Raccoon City Hospital... perhaps this was the location of the lab his father went to so many years back... He had to find out. "Honey, I'll be right back. I'm going to search for supplies. Keep this *gives her the shotgun* and stay out of sight. To turn the safety off, turn this doohickey and *turns safety off* there." *turns safety back on*. She nodded, showing that she understood. Rusty got out of the car, handgun at the ready. He entered the hospital with great intent. (Rusty is now at the hospital lobby).
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Post by Xavier on May 6, 2009 18:18:22 GMT -5
[OOC: Just to avoid confusion, Xavier has left, with his car. I just don't wanna get in trouble. I gave Sin MORE then enough time to to post again.]
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Post by Colonel Mystery on May 23, 2009 2:41:35 GMT -5
Jonathan couldn't avoid the urge to laugh as he walked out of the hospital leaving both Raine and Logan in a state of confusion, yet panic that Joey would betray them...it was classic. Now to only find that brat Joey and finish this thing once and for all.
But where could he be? Jonathan supposed that the best place to find him would probably be that blasted cabin in the woods...but that was going to take even more time than it once did due to road blocks and various other 'distractions'.
But at the moment, there was no better course of action, so Jonathan set off down the street in his black attire almost being a living being of zombie repellant as most tended to avoid him. Who said zombies had no thought patterns? They can easilly recognize their own demise then they have to be somewhat intelligent, right?
Apparently not as one got the guts to try it and found itself on the ground in a matter of seconds with a broken neck. Jonathan smirked and continued on his way toward the mountains.
(Jonathan is now in Arklay Forrest)
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Post by Misty on Jun 15, 2009 23:56:56 GMT -5
Raine eyed the hospital doors carefully as Jonathan pulled the truck to a slow and quiet stop, just before reaching the hospital steps. Raine grabbed her phone and called Lisa, ''Lisa?...hey it's me. Is Logan still there?...Good...Jonathan and I are here and we need to get in but there are zombies blocking the doors.... Ok well clear out a path for us to your room Jonathan and I will dispose of the ones out here...bye.''
Raine and Jonathan got out of the truck together as he made his way up the steps quietly without her. There were only about five of them lurking by the lobby doors...not too bad, but how many were already inside? Finding an empty shotgun by the steps, she watched as Jonathan grabbed two zombies by the collar and threw them toward her. She quickly moved out of the way as the zombies landed on the ground and attempted to stand again. Raine took the shotgun, and flipped it around using the butt to smash the back of one of the zombies heads. As the other zombie made its way to Raine's leg, Jonathan fired a bullet from his gun nailing the zombie in the ear.... 'Close enough' Raine thought to herself.
She watched as Jonathan broke one's neck in a quick movement, and shot one more. The last zombie was too far away at the moment to grab them. Raine joined Jonathan at the lobby doors and the two of them went inside and stood in a shaded corner until Lisa and Logan cleared a path....
*Raine and Jonathan are inside the hospital Lobby*
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Post by Taylor Fote on Jul 28, 2009 15:46:43 GMT -5
Taylor manuvered the Land Rover past some of the debris that littered the road. All the while, he focused his eyes on the road in front of him, either for zombies to mow down or survivors to rescue. The BSAA was still a fairly new agency, and Taylor figured this whole operation was mostly public relations. People saw someone from the BSAA battling the T-Virus at the peripheral ground zero of the outbreak. Boosted its reputation.
The Rover's tired went up on the curb briefly to avoid a fallen street light. Taylor's hand flew out and pinned his SIG to the seat as the vehicle bounced back into the street. Taylor was soon able to pick out lights and movement further down the street. The roadblock. He pulled up alongside the curb and stepped out, the slamming door echoing down the street. Taylor pulled his badge and showed it to the men pointing their guns at him. "Taylor Fote, BSAA. I'm hoping you guys knew I was coming."
The guns lowered and the man in charge nodded. "Yeah, they told us you'd arrived at the airport. Welcome to Ground Zero for the world-wide T-Virus infection."
Taylor smiled inwardly, having hit the nail on the head in his own musings. "Alright then, you guys got something for me to do?" he asked, hoping it was either action or down time. Taylor might just leave if they forced some paperwork on him.
"Don't worry about that. For now, you'll be hanging around here with us. Command will radio us once they get a job for you. The names Sgt. Harrison."
Taylor shook his hand and entered the barricade. It blocked the way from Uptown to City Center with a set of barricades, a middle ground for the troops, and another barricade to block any infected from getting at the soldiers. Taylor hopped in a cot and laid back, setting his SIG underneath him. His first mission seemed particularly easy. Taylor turned his head towards the radio. He couldn't tell whether he wanted them to hurry up and take their time. Taylor's lazy personality wanted the rest to last a while, but his military training told him to get the mission done right as soon as possible. Taylor deceided he'd rather rest for a while, so he folded his hands behind his head and simply watched the sky.
Eventually, Taylor heard the crackling of the radio. He hopped off the hammock, turning around and grabbing his weapon. A voice came over the radio, calling for Fote. He walked over and scooped it up.
"This is Fote, what's my mission?"
There was static before the voice came back "Your being reassinged. We need a BSAA presence in France."
Taylor cursed and looked around. "I can't just ditch these guys now."
The voice didn't hesitate. "Your orders say you are. Get back to the airport. A plane will be waiting to take you to France."
"Why can't the European branch handle it?!" He said, raising his voice.
"Because you follow orders, and those orders say that you are going to France, not to worry about the European branch. Now are we clear Fote?"
"Not really, but I'm doing it anyway." Taylor muttered, dropping the transeiver and walking up to Harrison. "I have new orders." He said, expressing his displeasure with his body language "I'm to head out to France of all places. I'm sorry."
Harrison waved him away. "Orders are orders. Nice meeting you."
Taylor shook his hand one more time before walking back to his Land Rover and heading back to the airport.
[Taylor is going back to the Raccoon City Airport]
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Post by Lt. Wolfmist Pendragon on Aug 16, 2009 13:30:13 GMT -5
[Entered from Carnival]
Wolfmist's platoon soon saw lights up ahead of an ad-hoc base, and soon a challenge was shouted out from an APC tank. Wolfmist shouted his Army ID and mentioned half of a password, "...Snake..."
A few minutes later he was chatting with a Major Artemis as he caught his breath from an uneventful but long jog and introduced the Americans he had met with.
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Post by thegunny on Aug 17, 2009 19:49:47 GMT -5
First Sergeant Eric Fix tried to quickly coast through the introductions and get to getting out of town
First Sergeant Eric Fix quickly coasted through the introductions, doing his best to seem to be interested, and so far succeeding until finally it was over and Fix took advantage of the time to check the sit-reps that had been transmitted to him during the trip there, and that had been finalized when they got here. They were still in the green enough to get the job done, they were still ready to rock. Fix looked up, seeing black specks in his NVG's dancing gracefully above the rooftops of Racoon city, occasionally an omnipotent stream of lead and tracers zipping down to some poor b*stard on the ground, and the sound of gunfire, explosions, howls, screams, sirens, and rotor blades echoing towards him and his men nonstop as they gritted their teeth in boredom. They could hear it. They could see it. They could sense it. Everyone else in the Task Force was out there fighting and risking their a**es while they were back here sitting around for tea and crumpits. Some of the men looked at the Loki First sergeant pleadingly for him to get them back out there in the thick of it. Eric Fix didn't need the men looking at him to feel like crap about being up here, and wanting to get out of here ASAP. Eric Fix finally looked up from his PDA and turned to Lieutenant Pendragon, and says
I'm sorry but our operation is still active right now and Captain Ramirez will be feeding us all to to the zombies if we don't get back out there and get the job done. My men will probably lynch me as it is if we keep sitting here. It looks like this is where we part ways.
Eric Fix rapid fire typed into his PDA and sent it over the secure TFP Battle.net to Eric of their 2nd fireteam. "2nd fireteam designated as vanguard team. Vanguard team, move ahead to scout for objective Floyd. If you reach a mile ahead of us, stop, ask for update, and wait for us to catch up.
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Post by Eric "X" Snyder on Aug 19, 2009 15:22:18 GMT -5
Snyder and the rest of 2nd Fireteam entered the "base". They headed directly to the mess hall and sat down to get some grub.
"You know, I don't mind getting a bite to eat," Solano muttered, "But I can't handle this waiting around sh!t."
"Yeah, I know," Eric sighed, lighting up a smoke. "Hopefully we'll get transferred soon. "
As he was finishing saying this, a message came across his HUD.
"2nd fireteam designated as vanguard team. Vanguard team, move ahead to scout for objective Floyd. If you reach a mile ahead of us, stop, ask for update, and wait for us to catch up."
"Alright, boys!" Eric groaned as he grabbed his rifle and stood up, "Get suited up. We're moving out as the advance team. We move out a mile; then report in."
"Finally!" Solano chuckled, getting ready. "Some action!"
"Yeah, we haven't had enough," Stoffel sighed, rubbing his neck once he had suited up.
"You can never have enough action," Solano retorted, pulling the slide back on his ACR as he followed Eric out of the tent and out of the base.
"Stay frost and keep to the shadows. We'll leapfrog forward. Solano and me'll go first while Stoffel and LaMotta covered; then visa-versa. Understood?"
The others nodded, and Eric waved to Solano. They moved forward into the night, while Stoffel and LaMotta hung back, watching for movement.
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Post by thegunny on Aug 19, 2009 21:04:25 GMT -5
OOC: Youngest male and the old woman are both infected. Old woman unarmed but youngest male is armed with a .22 plinker.
As the advance team moved forward, they could see down the road a group of living armed civilians approaching, causing 2nd fireteam to have to hesitate and scrutinize them. TFP forces had already run into it before. Civilians can be hostile, don't assume they're poor little sally the kindergartener. However, civilians that did not appear to be infected as of right now were to be treated uninfected until adequate reasons are given to prove otherwise. TFP forces were trained and were trusted to be able to get adequate reasons in a few heartbeats... though, "adequate reasons" for the TFP and the military wouldn't hold up in a civilian court for a second. Thank gosh for military tribunals and TFP's influential chain of command and all its patrons.
In a few moments they observed the group was made of 6 people, three males (on in his late 40's and two in their early to late teens), two females (One in mid forties and preteens), one old woman in her late 60's. Their armament consisted of One AR-15, two .22 plinkers, and a handgun. All of them looked alike enough to be considered a family.
The instructions to deal with civilians was relatively standard and pragmatic. Check over all civilians for firearms and infections. Do your best to discern whether they can be entrusted to keep their firearms but without a solid and defendable argument as to why you did so, do not disarm them. If they are infected take them apart and as subtly as possible liquidate them, or report them for someone else to liquidate, or instruct the seriousness of this situation to the rest of the civilians if they are present. This must be done in the safest way possible. If you can't safely liquidate the civilian without getting shot in the back, find another way soft-diplomatic-way to do it or don't try. Sometimes you may have to leave them behind for your buddies behind you to deal with. New protocol for Raccoon city is to direct them to the nearest authorized subway entrance, and make it emphatic that non infecteds will not be allowed in, and will be liquidated on the spot with no argument being tolerated.
Liquidate: Dispose of body/infected either by standard issue thermite/incendiary devices, gunshots, or decapitations, so that they cannot turn or mutate into a crimsonhead or higher level BOW.
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Post by Eric "X" Snyder on Aug 21, 2009 15:19:59 GMT -5
2nd Fireteam stopped dead in their tracks as Eric went prone. There was movement up ahead.
"Approximately six targets," he whispered through his mic. "Affiliation unknown. Lightly armed. LaMotta, Solano, switch to single-shot and get ready to snipe on my order. I'm going to engage them."
He then switched to Fix's comm and sent a message.
"Group of survivors. Presumably civilian. Am confronting them."
Eric stood up after issuing the orders and shouted to the group.
"Task Force Pantheon! Don't move!"
A few of the members jumped, while some others began conversing in whispered tones. They were all wondering the same thing. What was "Task Force Pantheon".
"I'm Eric Snyder of TFP," he began once he reached the group. "By orders from the US military, I am to confiscate your weapons and take any infected to the nearest medical facility, while the others are to be taken to the nearest subway. Will you comply?"
"F**k that."
Eric turned to the infected teen and stared at him.
"Excuse me?" he scowled. "I'm not doing this for my own enjoyment, you little sh!t."
The older man, presumably the father, walked forward in defense of the kid.
"I'm sorry," he sighed. "My son is just a little on edge. He was bitten by one of those d@mn things. My name is Paul."
Eric gripped his extended hand and gave a grunt as he pulled off his helmet.
"Well, Paul, we need to get these two," he pointed to the older woman and the boy, "to our base. It's only about a mile away. If we don't, they're gonna turn into one of those things. Also, we need you to hand over these weapons. At least those used by the minors."
"I ain't giving up my f**kin' weapon! Not after that thing bit me!"
Paul gave the child a stern look; then turned to Eric.
"I'm sorry, I'd like to help out, I really would. But I can't abandon them. I mean, it's my son and my mother, for Christ's sake! Have a heart!"
After letting out a sigh, Eric pulled Paul away from the others. He knew what would happen to the two infected, and he felt bad, but they didn't have an option. He had to reason with this guy.
"Listen," Eric sighed. "I know how it feels. I had to watch my dad die, my friends die, sh!t, I had to kill be ma with a f**kin' kitchen knife. Now, you can't wait..."
Eric dropped to the ground as Paul's head exploded open. Two more shots were heard as the mother and the son were laid down.
"Get on the ground! Get on the f**kin' ground!"
Eric looked up to see Solano aiming his rifle at the remaining survivors and ordering them onto the ground.
"Solano! What the f**k are you doing!"
"I thought he was trying to bite you!" Solano replied. "I didn't wanna take a chance!"
Eric walked over to Solano and grabbed his collar.
"I said wait for the f**kin' signal! Didn't you understand me?"
"Yeah, but..."
Another shot rang out, but, this time, it wasn't from 2nd Fireteam. Eric pulled his pistol up and fired a shot at the teenager. The .45 punched a large hole in his chest, killing him instantly.
"Drop the f**kin' guns!" Eric yelled to the remaining women, pointing the pistol at them. By this time, the wife was crying over the dead child and the sister had dropped her gun out of pure shock.
"Sir, what's...Jesus Christ!"
Eric turned around to see Stoffel and LaMotta standing there. He then turned to Solano.
"Oh sh!t!"
Solano was on the ground, holding his jugular. The bullet had torn clean through his throat.
"We got a man down! I repeat, we got a man down!"
Eric began compressing the wound as he waved for Stoffel.
"Give him a shot!" Eric yelled, holding the wound closed.
Stoffel pumped a syringe full of morphine into Solanos bicep. Solano tried speaking, but only ended up gurgling.
"Don't talk, bud, it's only gonna make it worse."
This advice fell on deaf ears, however, as Solano was already gone. It was too late.
Eric sat back and ran his hand through his hair.
"Son of a b!tch," he muttered before switching to his headset. "We got five dead, one of which is a TFP soldier. We also got two hostages, both females. Awaiting further orders."
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Post by thegunny on Aug 22, 2009 19:35:28 GMT -5
The radio buzzed, and Eric Fix suddenly had a knot in his stomach as him and the rest of the squad bounced around in their TFP HMV from the drivers sudden acceleration. It wasn't just at the fact that Eric Fix hadn't been looking and let some apparently f**ked up crazy a** s**t happen on what was supposed to be on his watch, and that out of no where some human on human just broke out, and they have two "Hostages". Hostages? But also, they just lost a man.... S**t. The platoon-something-sized force rolled in behind 2nd fireteam, the Loki vehicle crewmen mindlessly and effortlessly (Or almost... they had to squeeze themselves into the street like that) broke from their single column formation into a double layered wedge formation, the CIS 50 MG's crosshairs dancing over the surrounding terrain as they developed overlapping fields of fire to cover the limited infantry dismount. First Sergeant Fix didn't dismount. Instead he stood up and leaned around his HMV's main gunner, barking out loud enough he could be heard directly by Eric but at the same time communicating with him through the radio
What the hell happened here Corporal!? Why do I have a man down and civvies KIA!?
Two squads of mixed Loki and Thor personnel swarmed from the cramped-cluster of vehicles and moved in, communicating through hand signals or not at all as they took over. They policed the bodies, took the guns (Gonna hand that woman a gun NOW? Fat chance), set up an impromptu perimeter, and kept guard of the surviving civilians. Solano's armor, PDA, IWS, Sidearm, Rifle, Ammunition, helmet, radio, and just about everything else that hadn't been ruined was salvaged, bagged, and taken back to the truck he would normally be riding in to be stowed away. They didn't have the luxury of leaving this stuff anymore... especially not the TFP, with all of their very expensive gear, and the way they lavish state of the art not-quite-the-lowest-bidder equipment on their infantrymen. The TFP was instructed to "liquidate" bodies, even their own, as standard protocol. Why wouldn't they do this too?
They activated his next to unbreakable electronic dogtags KIA beacon and started to move his body aside from the road, leaving him in a nearby alleyway for someone else who had the time, space, or mission to recover him. He hadn't been downed by a zombie, and when ever casualties bodies had the chance of being recovered, the TFP's protocol was to bet on that chance.
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Post by Eric "X" Snyder on Aug 22, 2009 20:00:18 GMT -5
Eric bit his lip, drawing a little blood, as Fix and the rest of the team showed up.
"What the hell happened here Corporal!? Why do I have a man down and civvies KIA!"
Eric sighed and looked up at the sky. It had been Solano's fault (he'd always been too jumpy), but he couldn't blame this on him now that he was dead. Besides, Eric had been in command of the team, he should've been able to control him better or at least predict Solano's actions.
"We had a...breakdown...in communications," Eric replied, trying to put it as delicately as possible. "Solano opened fire on these survivors and was killed by one of them once I pulled him aside to confront him. It was...a 'clusterf**k', sir."
A sigh emerged from his lips as he watched Solano's body get stripped and dropped off into a ditch. He felt bad. The kid, while cocky, had been almost family to Snyder. They'd worked together since the beginning, and now, he was gone. And all because of some amature f**k up. Eric had been through H3ll and back, yet he couldn't even keep an elite soldier from being taken down by a God-d@mn teen with a pea shooter. It seemed everyone he got close to ended up biting it.
After a few moments of feeling sorry for himself, Eric shook it off and corrected his posture. He was sure he'd get an earful, but it was to be expected. The worst that would happen was he'd get demoted. No matter what happened, he'd have to be a man and take it.
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Post by thegunny on Aug 23, 2009 17:22:33 GMT -5
Sergeant Fix muttered an obscenity under his breath and finally barked out into his radio
Eric, Get your ass to the rear and watch out for hostiles! 2nd squad, take vanguard position!
Sergeant Anderson and his squad moved to the front of the convoy and took point while everyone else remounted, and the two civilian women were sent along down the way towards the Brits, who would send them towards the proper US Government area for safety, food, and shelter. After a moment Eric Fix signaled for 2nd squad to mount up in the point vehicles and for the convoy pick up speed, needing to get to objective Floyd sooner then they were at this rate. They were reentering the main streets of Raccoon city again.
They climbed up into the farthest back HMV's flatbed where Solano's gear had been tossed back into, and mounted the rear facing dual M240G turret and sides of the flatbed since the truck crew was already manning the driver seat, passenger seat, and forward facing CIS 50 MG turret. It took some effort but the convoy started to break up back into a "Short" Column formation again, and the front of the convoy started to rumble forward again. However, before the rear of the convoy could accelerate enough for it to not be a threat, 5 black widow B.O.W's scurried out of an alleyway crawling over the buildings walls moving to get some shots off, while a crimsonhead turned the corner and came towards their vehicle at a dead sprint... The first black widow spat venom towards the vehicle in front of 2nd fireteams vehicle, right as that vehicle lurched forward and dodged it. The vehicles started to move up, but not fast enough to be completely out of the danger zone...
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Post by Eric "X" Snyder on Aug 23, 2009 20:08:55 GMT -5
"Yes, sir," Eric sighed over his radio. It seemed the moment of truth would have to wait for now. "2nd team, on me."
Stoffel and LaMotta came up to Eric at a slow jog. The three stood there in silence for a few moments, Eric not even bothering to turn around, before Stoffel spoke up.
"It wasn't your fault, sir," he said, trying to be reassuring. "Solano f**ked up, and he paid the price."
"I shoulda known not to trust him," Eric sighed, putting his helmet on. "I shoulda kept him back with you and had LaMotta come up with me. It was poor judgement, and it got five people killed."
After letting off a sigh and pinching the bridge of his nose, Eric straightened up and loaded his rifle.
"Come on, we're getting sent to the back. Let's go."
The team made it to the back just as the forward convoy began moving. As they were climbing up into one of the rear trucks, Eric heard a commotion up front. He turned around to see a couple BOW's and a crimson head assaulting them.
"Stoffel!" Eric barked to the soldier as he began training his sights on one of the widows. "Take the right! LaMotta! Stay on the MG! I'll take left! Concentrate fire on the BOW's!"
The sound was deafening as the forward MG, Stoffel's Ultimax, and Snyder's ACR began opening fire on the BOW's. The Crimson Head was the first to fall, taken down by the forward MG, but the widows were a different story. They were quick. Too quick. It became a "spray and pray" scenario. Eric could only hope that the convoy could move forward before any casaulties occured.
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Post by thegunny on Aug 25, 2009 17:24:42 GMT -5
Remember to back it up in a file
The convoy lurched forward finally, but too late to stop the HMV's from taking some venom fire from the widows. Some splattered on some of the operators (Including some of Eric's team), but none of it penetrated or got to exposed flesh, or at least enough of it didn't. However, it was definitely something that needed to be cleaned up sooner rather then later. While the convoy rumbled away and entered the thick of Raccoon city and started to go through the twist and turns of Uptown's streets making their way towards their lead on where Objective Floyd may be, a big UPS looking van turned a corner and started rumbling towards them at full speed, the windows dark enough that you could hardly make anything out about the driver other then his figure, and the van completely gray and nondescript. What was it doing coming at them so fast, and following them through all these turns? Who was driving it? Where'd they get it? Lamotta says quietly
Orders?
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