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Post by JazzBuddah on Nov 18, 2008 21:45:16 GMT -5
Located a few miles out at the border of Virginia, it is home to the United States Army Materiel Command Center and other elements of the US Armed forces, which includes a Marine Detachment, a National Guardsmen Division, an Army Reserve Division, several training detachments and an Army Training Engineer Corps.
A modern, secure military base which maintains its own small airport, medium sized armory/vehicle depot and supply center, it is currently empty, with a skeleton force consisting of a Marine Detachment, Military Police, and training units who are guarding the facility.
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Post by Mikey on Mar 27, 2009 16:36:01 GMT -5
The Osprey, after converting from 'plane mode' to 'helicopter mode', touched down on one of the empty landing pads, and out piled the seven man Task Force Pantheon team. The men at the fort were breifed that they would basically just be passing through, and only ushered them to an area to wait so as not to be blocking off a landing pad. The team waited there for their pilot, the TFP specialist by the name of Bishop Morse.
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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 Mar 27, 2009 17:07:13 GMT -5
The roar of the UH-60 on the outside was very loud and unmistakable. The immense image created by the attached rocket pods and heavy machine guns gave it an intimidating feeling to anyone in front of it. At the controls was its pilot, Morse, who had just been scrambled from an escort mission for a cargo ship near the waters of Raccoon City Port. He wasn’t the first choice, as he was already on assignment, but he had received these orders not long prior. His orders were to go to Fort Belvoir and await further orders there. Morse wasn’t gonna argue it, anything was better then escort duty. The Thundering chopper blades were tearing quickly through the air. Morse was almost in range of the base. He decided it was time to radio in.
This is Morse on the Vulture, just been scrambled here from the Raccoon City Harbor. Supposed to get further instructions once here and a briefing on what exactly I’m supposed to be doing...over Morse said as he was coming up on the base itself. The Extremely loud noise of the Vulture came quickly on its descent. The wheels of the large chopper touched to the ground and Morse began to shut the system down.
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Post by thegunny on Mar 27, 2009 19:36:45 GMT -5
The long flight from Raccoon city to D.C had been aided by airborne refuels supplied dutifully by the military bases it passed by. Both 3rd squad and Morse's helicopter had arrived at the same time.
First sergeant Middleton, third squad's leader, growled back into his headset loudly
Your supposed to chopper us into the city and provide us close air support for our operations. We're going to be blasting our way into the C.I.A building towards the end of our operation here, and then you will evacuate us and everything we bring out with us. We're doing a fly over mainstreet first. You ready to roll? Good.
The team piled up into the troop bay of the UH-60, cramming themselves into the room remaining for them. and the blackhawk soon took off, heading towards their first way point.
(Bishop Morse and Samuel Winters are now over Main street)
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Post by Rhinn on Nov 29, 2010 19:31:48 GMT -5
== Fort Belvoir == == Motor Pool == == 0530 Hours ==
The sun was just beginning to rise in the East. It had yet to break over the hills to cast direct sunlight on the base, but it was close enough that the night sky, usually navy blue, was now a light blue with edges lined with a rosy pink. It looked to be a great day weather-wise. At least that was in their favor.
The Motor Pool, which before the outbreak was a noisy place to be, was mostly silent. Gone were the squads of mechanics and engineers tinkering and repairing the Hum-Vees and the other Military equipment. Replacing it was the occasional shout of curses or the clanking of metal as what personnel could be spared worked on maintaining the equipment. Jake was a fast learning and so he had taken to working on his Hum-Vee and trying to help those qualified enough to be considered mechanics with the routine maintenance of vehicles, oil changes, changing belts, and the like.
As sunlight crested the hills and began to peer down into the base, Jake slammed shut the hood on his ride. At the sound, Darwin, who was in the front seat, sat up and looked at him, ears alert and forward. She knew what time it was, thought Jake. He grabbed a rag from the workbench and began to rub the oil and grease off his hands. Throwing the rag on the table, he grabbed his gear and took a few minutes to put it on, strapping on his helmet last. He checked his side arm and saw that it was loaded and the safety was on. He had 3 mags of ammo with him and it was a quick ride back to the Armory to get more. Picking up his M164A, he checked it and made sure he had spare ammo for it as well. Then he hopped up in his trunk and slammed the door shut. A quick lick from Darwin and he started up the Hum-Vee. Before putting it in gear, he picked up the radio.
<Control, this is Gunnery Sergeant Jake Warner, heading out for patrol of the fences.>
There was a slight pause and then a voice came back, amused and bantering.
<Oooh Hero’s out on patrol. We are all saved.>
Jake smiled. He recognized the voice as that of Private Collins. She was one of the last permanent transfers to the base before most of the crew was called to other places. She was in the HQ manning the Communications Station, which was just an impressive term for monitoring the radio traffic. She had lost most of her family, but still she had been able to keep a cheery tone in her voice and a smile on her face.
<Keep it up Collins and you’ll be out here riding shotgun on zombie patrol. I’ll check in if anything is out of place.>
<Copy that Hero. Control Out.>
Putting the radio down, Jake just shook his head. Many times he had been tempted to get to know Collins… and every time he just let it go by. He put the vehicle in gear and drove out of the Motor Pool and down the main road to the front gate. Every so often he could hear the single blast of a sniper’s rifle. They happened at irregular intervals and some times so infrequently that he just ignored them. They were like a warning siren. If you heard a bunch of sniper rifles go off in rapid succession, Jake knew to get his squads ready by the fence to defend the base. There was only one reason the snipers shot and that was undead approaching the base.
Being that he was one of the ranking NCO’s he had helped devised the plan to deal with those threats. The snipers were positioned on the highest buildings and would be targeting the undead milling around outside the base. The patrols along the fence would also call in strikes to them. Then, when the threat was over, the fire teams would go out and dispose of the bodies, usually with fire. While it did cause a scorched ring around the base, it kept the stench of decaying bodies from overwhelming the base and it didn’t let the bodies lay around so that animals would get infected by eating them.
As he arrived at the front gate, he pulled off to the side and put the Hum-Vee in park. Darwin exited the vehicle through his door as he grabbed his rifle. Then he leaned against his vehicle, half waiting for his squad, half looking out beyond the safety of the fences.
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Post by Winters on Nov 30, 2010 1:52:58 GMT -5
Yeah, and then yall left em there for dead, now didnt you? ****ing hypocrites, all ya! Man, **** this..." Stephen raised the pick axe in the air, and ran towards the infected but still alive man laying against the camper. He didnt deserve to live, just as his brother didnt deserve to be abandoned by these people. Its just not right, theres no justice. But before he could bring the weapon down on the man, the officer put the large .357 magnum to Stephens head, and spoke out. "We dont kill the living! He aint dead turned yet! Now you put that down, or I swear, i wont hesitate to pull this trigger. Do you understand me?!"Stephen through the pick axe to the ground, and then turned to face the policeman, and retort. "...Says the man threatening to blow my brains out? Im outta here, **** yall, im going to Fort Belvoir on my own. Dont try to stop me, I know none of you want me to be here. Hell, been just slowing you down the whole time anyways. Peace out!" With that, Stephen walked away from the camp, and jumped inside the medium sized pickup truck with no doors. The engine was full of gasoline, a commodity none of these people even appriciated until it was too late. He was already miles away by the time, they realized the CDC had been completely wiped out. ~~~~~~~~~~Two days later, just outside Fort Belvoir~~~~~~~~~~ The truck came to a spot as the gunshot rang through the air. It had been fired not a quarter mile from where the fort had been on the map. Turning off the engine, Stephen listened to the sounds coming for far away, more and more gunshots followed. Some minutes apart, some together. Maybe they had the place on lockdown, the infection at bay. A whole area filled with military operatives, wouldnt be a surprise. Turning the engine back on, he revved it several times to get it going, and then sped down the highway towards the fort. Nightfall was approaching, would hit in a few hours, Stephen would have to get there before dark. Otherwise, things would just get out of control, his fuel was almost gone, too, which made things worse. Upon hitting Richmond Highway, the truck finally gave out, and stalled on the side of the road. Seems power at the fort was on, probably run by generators. But couldnt be said for the rest of the town. The fort was lit up like Xmas, could be seen from the highway. The undead had been fairly populated in the area, ironically there was more motionless bodies on the ground, however. Grabbing his duffel bag from the truck, Stephen then made a solid jog further down the street towards the fort. The gunshots could be heard a lot more clearly now, he knew they had the place locked up tighter then a nuns panties, but the shots were only bringing more and more of them towards the place. Keeping low and out of sight for now, Stephen had to find a way to get someones attention, without drawing the attention of the walkers to him. Something to bring them away from the front gate would be good too, a distraction. Seeing several parked cars across the street, Stephen had an idea. He darted across, still keeping low and out of sight, but as he neared the car he rammed into it with his shoulder. The theft alarm went off, loudly which diverted the attention of every single walker in the area, and hopefully the snipers in the towers. He bolted towards the front gate, making it clear now that he wasnt one of the infected. "Open up! While theyre all distracted!"
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Post by Rhinn on Dec 15, 2010 18:00:55 GMT -5
The gates opened slightly, and laser beams shone out of darkness onto the man who was running towards the gate. Jake and his squad ran to the gates, M16s on semi auto and aimed at the stranger's head.
"Get down on the ground or we will kill you", yelled Jake at the man. Without taking his aim down, he gave a signal to Darwin to approach the man. Darwin had been trained to detect the T-Virus disease in humans. If he gave the signal, then Jake would drop the man.
"Get down or I drop you." Jake put his laser point on the forehead of the man. He was accutely aware of the fact that more of the undead approached, but the snipers were also trained in that area and the rest of his squad moved to flank him on each side.
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Post by Rhinn on Dec 22, 2010 1:52:00 GMT -5
Before Darwin could approach the stranger, the man ran off away from the base. Shaking his head, Jake turned back to the base. He raised his hand and twirled it around, signaling both his squad and Darwin to return to the confines of the base. As the gates shut, the snipers on the gun platforms fell oddly silent. It seemed that the undead in the area had been taken down for the time being. "Well guys, it looks to be another typical day of crazies.. both dead and undead." His squad laughed as they climbed back in the HumVee. Darwin jumped in the door right before Jake shut it. Firing up the engine, Charles gunned the vehicle forward. They made their round down along the fence, checking for weak spots and undead. Fire crews were out burning up the bodies of the zombies with flame throwers and sometimes homemade incendiaries. As they rounded the last fence, Charles turned the HumVee back towards HQ. **Squad Delta Charlie, return to base. The Colonel has a mission for you.** Collin's voice called out over the radio. Jake was quick to pick it up before his comrades got ahold of it. **Copy that Control. We're inbound.** Jake shut it off before the hoots and hollars could make it over the radio. "Okay, settle down or you will be searching the dead zombies for gold in their teeth." The squad still snickered and made a few comments, but were otherwise silent as Charles put the HumVee back on the road back up to HQ. Attachments:
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Post by Rhinn on Jan 5, 2011 23:34:17 GMT -5
"So do you understand your mission, Gunney?" The question, posed by the Colonel was more rhetorical than it was inviting questions. "No sir, Colonel sir. I understand it fully." Jake came back with the response that had been ingrained in him since his days from boot. "Then you are dismissed. Assemble your team and depart at 800 hours tomorrow." Jake snapped off a sharp salute and spun in his heels. Then, with military precision, he exited the briefing room. As the door close, he shook his head. That Colonel really had it out for him and his men. The mission was simple... and very deadly. At 0800 hours tomorrow his squad would go out and recon Washington DC. They were to try to establish contact with the Military Academy. Any survivors were to be rescued if possible and zombies were to be shot on sight. The mission itself wouldn't be that bad, but the Colonel had vetoed the use of Strykers for their mission. Strykers were huge multi-wheeled vehicles that could withstand an onslaught of undead. Armed with several machine guns, they could wreak havoc on the masses of undead. They would have been nice, but the Colonel only authorized to the MP's HumVees. Jake had grimaced at the thought of going in there that unprotected. He almost asked if he was allowed to wear underwear. So that was the mission. And now he just had to find a way to pull it off and keep his life. Attachments:
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Post by Rhinn on Jan 11, 2011 20:54:59 GMT -5
"What the hell. Are you serious?" Cooper was livid and didn't care who heard him. "That bastard of a Colonel needs to go sit on a grenade and pull the pin." Matthews, who was loading up his equipment, kept goading Cooper. "Yeah, he probably wants to bed your wife Cooper. Ya know, show her his caliber. Fire off a few rounds." "Shut it guys. We have a job to do and we need to do it. We are leaving early so that we won't be out during the night and we are loading heavy so that we make sure we get back." Reynolds chimed it. "But it sucks that we don't get a Stryker. I mean, they are just sitting there." "It is only a fast recon. No stopping and holding territory. So lets get in and out and come back here so that we can show Coop's wife a good time." That brought hoots and hollers and a few punches to the arm. "Mount up. Coop, you are with me in the first wagon, Matthews, you and Reynolds in the second." Jake fired up the HumVee and heard the other one fire up behind him. Minutes later they were leaving the base and bound for the streets of DC. The whole time, Jake could only think of one thing. I have a bad feeling about this.Attachments:
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Post by Rhinn on Jan 14, 2011 1:47:42 GMT -5
As the HumVees bounced down the road, Jake couldn't help but feel more and more vulnerable the farther out they got. Still, he was a Marine and had been given a mission. He would complete it and the worst he could hope for would be to die and stay down.
As he neared Washington, he had to slow down to a speed that gave him the willies. He looked down and saw that they were only going 15 miles an hour. Anything slower and a hippo with only 3 legs would be able to catch them.
"Keep close Matthews. We don't want to get separated. We will stay to the main thoroughfares and try not to go down any dead ends. If you see movement, call it out."
Jake kept his eyes on the road and the sidewalks. Cars littered the road and burned out hulks blocked off most of the direct routes, causing the HumVees to maneuver off the road time and again to get around them.
Still the bad feeling didn't go away.
{Jakob and his squad is moving to Washington DC Streets}
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Post by Rhinn on Jan 30, 2012 19:36:09 GMT -5
[Jake, Joseph & Sullivan enter Fort Belvior from the FBI Building]
== Just outside the Fort ==
Jake's fingers twitched more the closer they got to the base. It was like returning home to live after being away at college... everything looked the same, but it was all completely different. The convoy was made up of 6 large military style trucks, guarded by Strykers at the front and the back, while 2 other vehicles carried rations, one carried spare parts and ammo and one was a tanker full of fuel... it was definitely a convoy that they would let through.
Hunkered down in the first Stryker, Jake sat beside Joseph with Collins right across from him and then the Senator was next to her. Down a ways was Bob, the bodyguard.
The vehicles' slowed a bit as they neared the gate. It was only a matter of a few minutes before the vehicles started up again. All during that time, shots rang out. Jake knew that it was snipers taking down the undead. While the supplies were needed, the vehicles made a ruckus that attracted them for miles. It would at least keep them busy while they did their job.
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Post by coolkid on Feb 2, 2012 20:39:21 GMT -5
Joseph sat in utter silence. His riot shield was left in the trunk, just because of its size, so for the time being he fiddled with the police baton, trying to pass time. In the distance he could see a militaristic looking location which, he guessed was the fort.
Joseph didn't mind the convoy. It had been a relatively quiet trip, with maybe a few bumps here and there from the occasional road zombie, but otherwise it was alright. It was a good thing Joe and Jake had met the senator otherwise they would have been making this journey on foot or in some random vehicle.
Finally though the vehicle slowed slightly, and accelerated again. They were here, finally at the fort. While Joe wasn't that nervous he did feel a bit of suspense, from the situation. Normally Joe is against killing, but if it was in the name of good he could make an exception, which he guessed the sergeant was anything, but good from Jake's stories.
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Post by Dr.MadMan on Feb 4, 2012 1:21:03 GMT -5
Sullivan had sat quiet through most of the journey,occasionally making conversation with one of the soldiers in the stryker.He was also looked at the 2 men he was sneaking into the fort,in their disguises.He himself,was wearing the same thing he was at the bureau but now he had a bullet-proof vest on underneath now.The senator hardly noticed when the ran over a zombie,didn't care really,but instinctively he would look over at bob.Finally they reached the fort and they could begin reconstruction,Senator Sullivan stooped as the ramp of the stryker was lowered.He was greeted by some surprised faces and some grim ones,obviously all faces knew who he was...some had been dreading his visit for he had a reputation of shutting fort's down,this time however it might be much worse then they foresaw.
"Gentlemen...the commanding officer if you would please.And don't pay any attention to those of my detail,they will be carrying out my inspection as i have a few necessary words with the C.O.Then i will need a few of you to guide me around...not that i feel unsafe but my guard Bob doesn't know around either."
While talking the senator maintained a steady stride and wide grin,despite the unfriendly faces he was being guided by to the colonel.Hopefully the other two had already begun whatever it was they had planned,or they might be following them to see the man...but he didn't want to chance turning around.Bob was at his side as they walked toward a tent,if it came to it Sullivan or Bob would shoot the C.O themselves...Sullivan looked down to his briefcase that contained his sawed off double barrel.
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Post by coolkid on Feb 18, 2012 20:36:19 GMT -5
(my comp is working again so yeah)
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