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Post by Big Boss, Lord of Light on Nov 19, 2008 9:34:07 GMT -5
This random island chain is off the coast of Malaysia and is made of three small islands. The northernmost island is a supply depot left over and forgotten from the imperialist Japan days of WW2. The middle island has a runway for small planes, and the southernmost island has a small port. All three islands are full of wildlife and trees.
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Post by Colonel Mystery on Nov 23, 2008 22:52:58 GMT -5
Approximately 3 miles off of the middle island of the risland chain in Malaysia floats a long, white yacht. Complete with tinted windows, stealth to keep it off of radars and nearly a battallion of militaristic guards it is a force to be reckoned with. Deep beneath the main decks, four in total, in a magnetically sealed office that is kept dark with only the light from computer screens sits one Jonathan Ricklard - a man known by his employees as "The Chairman" and to his private army, "Mr. Black".
Jonathan sits silently in the office watching world events on his computers that are generated by satellite imagery. He has just finished monitoring his dear daughter, Alex, at the bunker in the United States. The bunker was built specially for suiting a small family's needs and is located beneath the city of Chicago, Illinois.
Jonathan presses a button on his desk and immediately is met with the captain's voice, "Yes, Mr. Black?"
"Captain Green," Jonathan begins, "I would like to return home for a few days and visit with my daughter. We need to head back to the United States."
"Aye, Sir."
Jonathan then leaned back as the yacht began moving through the water headed North back to the United States and to, in Jonathan's case, home.
(Jonathan is now in Chicago)
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Post by thegunny on Feb 24, 2010 21:54:33 GMT -5
OOC: Ok. You guys'll be working with each other for a while now. Might as well make with the introductions. Sped through the getting here, if you guys wanna speed through the filler posts, tell me and we'll get right down to the op. www.marinebuzz.com/marinebuzzuploads/USSHoytS.Vandenberg_10CD0/USS_Vandenberg.pngAs the outbreak grew on the obligatoruy attrition had started to strain their numbers as they steadily lost men to the BOWs hostile survivors russian ultranationalists terrorists and corporate mercenaries. As such the TFP had decided to seek out replacements for losses and ship them down to the honolulu airport so that they could be within bus distance of pearl harbor. This group was a platoon sized unit of military personnel, mercenaries, and a sprinkling of sceintists, that had been recommended to the TFP. Earlier in the day their flight had touched down and their platoon had been driven to pearl harbor, before the platoons worth of personnel were split up amongst the fleet. 9 of them including Mcloy and Luke were instead sent to the Science ship. While a small coastguard ship ferried them from the USS Nixon to the TFP's titanic science ship. They had left behind their gear and only brought their essentials however, supposedly because they'd be issued new gear on the science ship. While they were being ferried, a Sergeant Tahrkelly from the USS Nixon took a moment to give them all a quick mini-briefing on what was going on now Alright, I know you all just got here, but we already have an op being planned that can use your help. So we chose to make our science ship your first assignment. This will be a real baptism by fire in the TFP for all of you we suspect. The science ship is undertaking a high-risk scientific expedition to an Island chain near Malaysia. High risk enough we're sending one of the USS Nixons destroyer escorts with you.
The expeditions purpose is to find, capture, and analyze a new BOW that a currently unknown corporation has developed in a lab off the coast of Australia, and recently released near Indonesia. I'm going to be blunt. We current don't know anything about it right now except its been disrupting shipping in the area, and we can't figure out how beyond reports of ships dead in the water from engines being rammed off, and big long gashes being scratched into the bottom of several ships causing them to sink with expensive cargo. The destroyers anti-torpedo and submarine CIWS systems and anti-submarine weapons suite will hopefully do some good against it if it engages us.
While we were boarding this vessel the remaining files relevant to all of you, and contracts which you all signed have been forwarded to your PDAs, including your rooms on the science ship. An online copy of the TFPs manual has been forwarded as well; I suggest you read up on our systems and gear we use so that you can spend more time doing drills or tests while the ship makes its way towards Malaysia. It'll be about a day or twos voyage at full speed. The files on the PDA Tahrkelly had said the TFP had forwarded to them included information they would need for their future service in the TFP like the personnels units, rooms, callsigns relevant to them, gear issued to them by the TFP standard payment/contract, TFP rank, current qualifications, and each personnels access levels. (This will probably be irrelevant for now, so I won't touch too much on it for now, I think it'll be best to just leave that stuff open) In a few more minutes the coast guard vessel dropped off the personnel and then turned away again, leaving them to the science ship crew. One of the ships sailors escorted Mcloy, Luke, and Mcloys bodyguards towards the back of the ship on the top level underneath the surface deck. They were escorted directly to their shared room with all their residential gear, which was two levels above the first ship holding cells. The level below them was filled with a myriad of testing and computer rooms for safety measures, and the hallway around the room to the left and right were only more residential rooms. The sailor told them right before he took off and left the 3 men to settle into the room Third mess will be in 30 minutes. After that your clear to do what you want, as long as you don't go below this deck or go into unauthorized areas. You can check out the armory and supply room to check out gear we didn't issue you yet if you want as well; your clearance levels for that has been authorized.
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Post by rass55 on Feb 24, 2010 22:15:33 GMT -5
Luke stood and smoked his cigar as he scanned the room, He looked to mcloy and approached him and said to him with speed "Hey, Name is Luke. And i'm ready to kick some ass anytime anywhere, what about you pal?". He looked to the sarge and gave a quick salute and reassumed his position in the lineup of the people.
((Sorry for the short post, i typically RP like this))
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Post by Dr.MadMan on Feb 24, 2010 23:29:34 GMT -5
Mcloy listened to everything the "important" men told him,he took mental note of it all.He looked to his body-guard while moving ships then towards the ocean as they moved below deck.Mcloy looked over to his body-guard and told him to look around and find a map of the ship.Mcloy's larger body guard still stood at his side placing the little luggage William had.William looked over to luke and to his cigar...
"First of all,don't smoke around me.I've inhaled enough harmfull chemicals as is...now i suggest you get rid of the cigar and ready for this...mess thing whatever the hell that is.Are you into this whole semper fi army crap?Oh and my name is William Mcloy" Mcloy stared at luke and awaited an answer,then held out his hand for the cigar...
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Post by rass55 on Feb 25, 2010 0:26:24 GMT -5
Luke sends out his cigar and puts it in a nearby trash can, He sent his glare to mcloy and said to him. "Well, i'm not sure. I'm just here for the pay." He then gave a ackward smile and sent his cigar box on his sling.
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Post by Dr.MadMan on Feb 25, 2010 0:58:25 GMT -5
Mcloy smirked at the man's response,he turned around and looked at his sorry excuse for a bed.Then placed his hand on his hair and slid it down on the right,then straightened his tie.William turned back around to look at luke then looked out of the door.He motioned towards the door with his head...
"We should head towards this Mess meeting place before the big boss man gets there.Might impress him that we can actually follow directions,but of course with my credentials and history im sure he already knows that i can do so.Speaking of which...do you know anything about this BOW that were supposed to be capturing or whatnot?Cause from the sounds of it i might not be able to supress it...but then again i guess this meeting might explain a little more." Mcloy turned to the hatch like open door,he stepped over the small hump and into the hallway in the direction of his body-guard.His larger body guard Sargon following slowly behind him as Mcloy and the other man walked.
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Post by rass55 on Feb 25, 2010 1:14:45 GMT -5
Luke follows the man and says to him with precise timing, "Not quite sure, I don't know any of these monsters apart from the zombie like creatures. But heres a question.... Where the hell do we get a decent meal! Back in germany there was a hooters there.... But i don't want to get in detail!". Luke smiled to the man here and finally entered the mess meeting and sat down on a terrible chair.
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Post by iamalbertwesker on Feb 25, 2010 21:10:52 GMT -5
He looked over the map carefully. in case he needed to recall it later he looked for mcloy. the suited man had requested him to find a map moments earlier. the map had been easy to find. and he didnt doubt he would find mcloy just as easily
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Post by thegunny on Feb 26, 2010 17:47:33 GMT -5
OOC: You guys want me to speed things along or have some more time with this deal? If you choose the latter there is a shady character you might wanna meet.
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Post by rass55 on Feb 26, 2010 17:53:20 GMT -5
OOC: You guys want me to speed things along or have some more time with this deal? If you choose the latter there is a shady character you might wanna meet. OOC: Sure.
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Post by Dr.MadMan on Feb 26, 2010 18:40:07 GMT -5
OOC:more time to do things a little
IC:Mcloy walked slowly ahead and watched the man pass him and slip into a seemingly uncomfortable chair.He walked a little to the right of the table and gripped a chair at the head rest and moved it to the large table.He slipped into it easily then looked around to see if he could spot his body-guard,it appeared that the man hadn't found where the meeting was to be held.Sargon stood silently next to Mcloy with his hands linked in front of him.
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Post by rass55 on Feb 26, 2010 18:47:43 GMT -5
Luke sent on a old WWII Luftwaffe general hat, He grunted at the Unconformable chair and he quickly said to the man. "Where do we find some food?". He is looking around the room and he wonders where we are at... [Luke has equipped WWII Luftwaffe general hat ]
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Post by Dr.MadMan on Feb 26, 2010 19:40:40 GMT -5
Mcloy looked around to see if there was any food set around,then he thought to himself then looked to the body guard that was standing next to him.William looked over to luke and grinned, "you know...we are in the ocean.You could always go fishing,you might catch that BOW were looking for.BYAHAHAHAHAHA"
Mcloy's laughter was loud and boisterous,but he didn't care much.He didn't think anyone would dare mess with him when his towering body-guard was right there.
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Post by thegunny on Feb 27, 2010 12:53:21 GMT -5
The 3 men had entered the mess hall for the ships "3rd" 3rd mess, meaning 1/2 of the ship had already had their dinner by the time they got in. They'd gotten there a few minutes early, and so it was still fairly empty by the time they got through the empty line and sat down. Over the course of a minute though the mess hall was flooded, and everyone was lining up from one end of the cafeteria to the other just to get something to eat.
Slowly the scientist crowd started to filter in, too. One of the first scientists to step in was a scraggly man in his 50's accompanied by an assistant and two bodyguards, both of which seemed to be Non-TFP Mercenary personnel by the way they interacted with the people around them, the way they acted, and the way they were dressed in non-milspec civilian clothes that would accomodate concealed firearms easily at the cost of seeming a bit too formal and overdressed, and being bulky. The man who seemed to be the highest ranking of the 4 people started to talk to the rest of them, before his assistant handed him a lunch box and he abruptly walked to the table Mcloy and Luke were sitting at. His stride seemed anxious but with purpose, and was overflowing with arrogance and disdain towards the sailors and soldiers around him. He stopped short of sitting down right away uninvited at the table, and gives them a polite nod as he asks
Do you mind if I sit here? Dr. Solis, I'm second in command of the scientific contingent here.
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