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Post by Lunapocalypse on Nov 19, 2008 23:33:53 GMT -5
Perhaps the most quiet place in the city at the moment? No surprise considering it's at the ass end of Raccoon City, everybody just filed out of there when the outbreak began and moved into the Northern suburbs in order to escape. That doesn't mean there aren't zombies, fires, and gun shots around here though...there are just less; so evidently chances of survival increase in New Prague, the possibility of finding an escape route decreases though unless you're prepared to move into the denseness of Arklay or the hiker route to Stoneville.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Nov 28, 2008 11:46:52 GMT -5
<PMC Dragonfly C5 Galaxy has entered Raccoon City air space> Opening Theme: LinkOperation: Dark Necropolis Time: 00:45 hours, Night Weather: Humid, Slight Rain Insert Method: HALO The air in the hold was decompressed as the cargo door was slowly lowered down, the pilot was a genius being able to commandeer a C5 Galaxy in conditions like this along with the cargo door down. Sitting at the farthest end of the personnel seat was Aya, hair floating and rain patting the side of her face as she watched the Raccoon City night go by, the random mist of cloud appearing and disappearing past the open cargo door. She flicked her headset down and switched on night vision, the hold lit up showing the rest of the mercenaries with their equipment in hand and strapped on; looking out, Raccoon city was almost as bright as day, the fires and explosions brighter than before reminding Aya that this wasn't training or a vacation thrill. Aya put full attention to her team now speaking into her Bluetooth headset, turning her body to physically address them, "Okay, hopefully you all know at least the rundown of this as the contract was brought up quick. We're aiding a United States Military branch called Task Force Pantheon who is currently situation at the Central Raccoon Station. Our landing is on a rooftop in New Prague, currently the quietest location in Raccoon; it'll be highlighted on your headset displays; missing that mark could mean potential split up of the team but I'm sure you're all hardened enough on experience in this area that it'll be more than a cakewalk. Each chute is equipped with a flashing strobe that will only be seen through the headsets though so we don't lose each other," Aya explained "From there we move through the lower suburbs 'til we reach central, I don't want to be exposed for too long so as soon as you land I need you to down your canopy and stow it somewhere; a five second count between each of our jumps mean the person ahead of the next won't be in the way of the landing of others," Aya nodded at them, her mouth set and serious. Once she was certain her message was across she lifted her left arm up along with her hook and snapped it into the safety line along the end of the cargo hold and stood up, moving towards the opening. Just like every other time it was a natural feeling and she showed no concern, like she had jumped a hundred times before, yet this being only her 6th jump on HALO she should have showed some feeling of thrill or fear. Aya waited until the overhead signal indicated she could jump, the pilots in the cockpit had flown the C5 over the drop zone. No wait; no remorse. Aya unhitched the safety lead and took several more steps forwards before leaping entirely. She entered free fall and immediately felt the intense cold slam against her frame, the only part of her body that was warm was her mouth where the oxygen mask sat comfortably; she'd probably ditch that at 25,000 feet just for the sake of weight, more over because she really didn't need it. Aya took the time to think, think about things, anything; any time she had before the entry she cherished for herself as it would be all she had left until the operation was finished. Aya closed her eyes, her hair whipping her face; it was an okay feeling though as it relieved the cold with a sharp snap of heat before having it return to the freezing temperature again. She looked at her altitude: 25,102. Aya brought her chest up to slow her decent and started fumbling with the oxygen tanks harness, picking it off and letting it go along with the mask. The feeling of complete cold enveloping her body was almost welcoming and natural, although rattling as bad thoughts penetrated her mind making her think of instances such as being frozen solid and then hitting the ground, shattering into millions of pieces. Aya shook them away, determined to stay focused as she re-entered free fall. It was almost like Aya could see the numbers fall past her, both of the seconds and the altitude; checking her metre again to note that she had entered the 10,000 feet mark; it was an official fact that if you wanted time to speed up all you'd need to do is fall. Whether you could find a valid location to fall past weeks or months was another problem. It was time to get in gear though, snapping into second; Aya pulled her M4 around to her front so that it was pressed against her stomach. Another glance showed 5,000 feet in altitude, that was the deployment mark; Aya span backwards 270 degrees so that her feet were pointing at the ground and tugged on her canopy ropes, the dark material shooting out of the backpack and opening in the air, sucking it in. If any of the team could see her before, she was invisible now except for her strobe light; same remained for anybody at ground zero. Aya gracefully glided over the top of the chaos that ensued in raccoon city making her way to the rooftops of New Prague. She didn't bother looking at her altitude every so often now, she was close enough to predict well enough. Looking at the fires down below, the dots of cars racing and crashing, people running, screaming; being this close made Aya want to turn back, made her want to recall her experience so she wouldn't have any fear towards the living dead. She didn't know what she feared more though, the living dead or her past. The sight of the rooftops quickly getting closer to her view meant that there was no longer any time to dwell on the subject, Aya pulled on the control strings so that the canopy lifted her up slightly and slowed down. No matter how much control though she was still going to come in for a fast landing. She aimed right for the edge of the rooftop, her right foot hitting the bricks as she ran to keep up with her chute, killing it before she got anywhere near the other side of the building. There would be about a minute’s window for Aya to act, unhitching her chute entirely and pulling it all up into one big heap; she dragged it to one side and found a utility panel against an air con refrigeration unit, tearing the panel open and stuffing the chute inside. She was here now, Aya could hear the chaos in full; and it was only going to get louder when they moved around the city; but the sirens, the screams, the explosions. Reality was baring its teeth, trying to make her buckle in and break. Aya looked up into the night sky to see where the next team member was at, likely Ludolf who was next to her on deployment. Aya jogged to the rooftop entrance and checked the door, finding it locked; that was fine for the time being, it meant that they were at least secure on their insertion location. Either that or it quelled Aya's nagging fear that ghouls would burst out and attack them. What was she expecting exactly? Her mind was racing at the most inappropriate moment, deciding to give herself something to do to think normally. Aya moved over to the side of the building they were on and looked over the edge, the street was deserted and no wreckages were anywhere to be found; it almost seemed like this area of Raccoon had been untouched. She knew that it wasn't the case though; something somewhere would be lurking around, just waiting for them. "Rooftop is safe, clear to land," Aya said over communication and moved closer to the centre of the rooftop, feeling a sense of suspense crawling up on her.
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Post by Metal Head on Nov 28, 2008 15:10:27 GMT -5
It was a strange feeling, knowing that you were second in line to jump out into a blood bath full of the undead, armed civilians, and lunatics alike. But it was a feeling that I’d had many times before, and was something that I’d begun to feel comforted by, as it signaled that I was about to do the only thing I was qualified to do. Kill.
As the red light went green, I watched Aya shoot out the door and disappear into the black abyss. Couting silently in my head, I waited for the five seconds to be up, and then leapt forward without a care in the world, and started my plummet to the ground.
This was always the part I liked. The knowledge that you’re going a certain speed solely because you were in freefall was exhilarating to say the least, and I tugged my legs and arms in to try and pick up the speed. Every few seconds I pulled my arm out to check the altitude, and watched as the numbers rattled off, signaling the end of the freefall.
By the time I’d pulled my chute, my goggles were covered in a frosty shield, and my skin was red from the temperature, but I overall felt great. The startling tug from the parachute shook me to my sense, and I quickly pulled off the oxygen tank that I’d been wearing and watched it drop down to the ground below, slipping between two buildings and crashing into a dumpster in the alleyway. Perfect shot.
Now it was time to find the rooftop we were to land on, as I saw the buildings glooming below. A quick scan of the area, and I adjusted my chute about twenty five degree’s to the right, and watched as the blinking beacon disappeared from sight.
Probably hid it, I thought, and gently pulled on the breaks to slow my decent. It was almost too easy as I gently touched down and ripped the chute from my back before folding it up into a tight bundle and stashing it inside of a spinning air vent. Once I’d put the top of the air vent back down, I swung around my G22 and walked briskly over to Aya, who was standing at the only doorway leading down. Her face was calm and collected a far cry from what I’d thought she’d look like in this situation. But I knew that she’d been trained heavily, and that she knew how to keep here head cool while in difficult situations.
“Good landing, eh?” I asked as I took a seat on a nearby industrial sized air conditioner, noting the ripped utility panel and parachute fabric that jutted out. Hopefully the rest of the team had seen where I’d landed before I stashed the chute away.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Nov 29, 2008 1:59:34 GMT -5
"Good landing, eh?"
Aya nodded while putting her hands in her pockets, "Better than I expected; it's easier parachuting into a field than onto the top of a building," she held a mouthfull of air, puffing her cheeks out and holding it in for several seconds before blowing it back out. That tick right there was an indication she was becoming impatient; she looked back up into the sky, unable to see any of the other strobes in the sky which was a very...very bad thing. It meant that the team was separated into 2 or even 3 groups, the other mercenaries on the plane were Tyson, Kyle; Aya thought for a second; Matthew and Emily were also on there.
Aya's mouth opened slightly as she noted two faint strobes in the sky, considering their distance it would have had to have been the last two on the plane unless the rest of the team jumped at an awkward pattern. It'd be another five or six minutes in until they landed.
Aya moved to the front of the building, looking down at the street below again; it was still dead quiet. She hiked to the other side of the building and looked down to the alley below, steam rising from foot grills and a pickup truck had smashed into the corner of another building that was jutting out. The passenger side door of the cabin was open. She checked the West end of the alley which opened into a quiet side road, at the East end stood a figure; he or she simply stood under the street light, seeing something or rather and moving off out of sight.
Perhaps the area wasn't as deserted as Aya imagined, "Keep sharp Jaeger," Aya said as she still watched the area under the street light. Aya looked back up into the night sky, the strobes were getting closer and clearly nearing target; she held up her small pocket light and clicked it on and off twice signalling the other two mercenaries in the air, "We may aswell start securing the building," Aya then continued, still watching the sky for several more seconds before turning to the rooftop entrance.
Aya pulled out her picklock set sliding in the torque wrench and then inserting the pick; she gently but surely lifted each pin up into their respectable positions and then slowly twisted the tumbler to disengage the lock, making sure not to tremble otherwise it would all be in vein. There was a click and Aya pulled the pick and torque wrench free, placing them back in the set and and pocketing it. Aya drew her Glock, holding it up to the crack of the door as she opened it quickly and silently; just as she had expected it creaked like all hell, rusted and never oiled up.
Aya moved to the left hand side of the staircase, the inside was fairly bare from where they were; Aya kept her Glock trained at the floor at the bottom of the staircase; she motioned Ludolf to take point ahead of her, planning to let him scout ahead and wait a little longer for the other mercs to land before moving up herself.
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Post by Nanaya on Nov 29, 2008 2:55:00 GMT -5
Just like old times.
Kyle smirked as he gazed down at the glittering city of fires and lights. It had been a while since he made a HALO jump—three years to be exact—and the old, familiar rush of adrenaline made Kyle somewhat anxious to jump out of the plane and begin free-falling. He got his chance once the two minute marker had passed after Jaeger had jumped. The only thing that Kyle needed to do was just leap out of the plane and follow the set mark on his HUD to the LZ.
Walking to the edge of the plane, he made a final glance down before letting gravity do its work. Kyle started his free fall with a somersault, the wind twirling him once before he maneuvered his arms and legs to settle himself correctly and proceeded to dive toward the designated marker that showed up in his HUD. The wind was fierce. Kyle could easily feel and hear the cold air around him recklessly gust pass his body, causing his clothing to flutter rapidly. There was also a chill of temperature that ran along his spine, only serving to indicate that the air was indeed cold. Only Kyle's head remained somewhat warm; the oxygen mask on his head encircled and trapped his skull to ensure he would gain air during the fall, while at the same time prevent the air from the outside from flushing in to a minimal extent. So far, everything was going as planned, and as a side note: Kyle was enjoy the fall immensely.
25,218 feet.
Kyle read his altitude from his HUD. He wasn't surprised on how fast he dropped; by now, he was definitely at terminal velocity for free-falling: approximately 183 feet per second. At that speed, it would only be about two minutes before he reached the deployment mark—considering he didn't do anything to speed up. If this was sky diving, Kyle would've been doing mid-air tricks right now, but he needed to stay focus. A simple wrong hand movement could send him off course and landing in an unmarked location. So, ignoring his urge to have fun, Kyle instead kept on mark and waited until he fell to the deployment range.
5,104 feet.
Without a moments hesitation, Kyle positioned himself correctly and reached for the parachute deployment strap on his right shoulder. As he gave it one forceful tug, a black object began to shroud above him and envelop his field of vision above. A half-second would pass before that familiar, unpleasant tug forced the parachute straps to dig into Kyle's body, making him grimace slightly in annoyance. Even after so many times he's done this, he still hated how the straps always pulled into him. He shook off the slight pain however and reached for the the steering straps at the sides of his head, directing himself toward the landing zone.
Below, there a flash of lighting from his HUD. It flickered twice then disappeared, the source coming from the LZ. Kyle immediately understood the signal and prepared himself. He kept his MP7A1 snugged close to him, glancing down at it several times to make sure it was it proper, working order. Only when Kyle glanced down at the city did he stop and gaze at the chaos below him.
The first that was noticeable was fires. Being the city was in a mock, it was only natural that the resulting fights in the streets would result in the embers than now slowly ate through parts of the city, some isolated and ungrowing. Others slowly stretching forth as their flames ate through what little they could get. There was also faint sounds of gun fire that echoed through the air, along with the faint smell of smoke and decay. The first two Kyle expected: the place was war-torn literally. But the decay is what caught his attention. It was the smell of Death, and Kyle had smelt it before.
There was no time to think on it now though. The LZ was only about 10 meters away.
As soon as Kyle's feet touched the roof of the building, he immediately unhooked the floating fabric above him and began bundling up into one pile. He tossed it aside at the corner of the rooftop and slid off the backpack which is what held the parachute. After then slipping of the oxygen mask, he readied MP7.
Kyle walked to the rooftop access and ventured inside. There, he found the usually staircase that would lead their team down to Ground Zero. On the left side was the Captain: Aya Flow. He went into a crouch and proceeded down the stairs on the right side, stopping at Aya's position and nodded slightly at her, before directing his focus over the shoulder of Jaeger, ready to provide cover fire if necessary.
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Post by Metal Head on Nov 29, 2008 15:28:19 GMT -5
With a gentle click, I un-holstered my Colt sidearm and clutched it at beside my leg as I quietly entered the stairwell. To my right was Kyle, and to my left was Aya. Slowly, I half crouched down the stairs and trained my colt on the open doorway that lead into a long, empty hallway. Peeking past the frame of the door, I checked each side of the hallway. Nothing.
Guessing that either way led down, I turned to my left, and kept with the wall as I made my way slowly, and cautiously down the hallway. By now, the gunfire had receded, and I couldn’t help but feel sympathy for whomever it was that had been firing. Whether or not he, or she actually lived, I would never know.
As I gently pushed down the hallway, I came upon the first apartment door, and pushed lightly on the door to see if it would budge. Nothing. Moving on, I found a second apartment, a few feet farther down the wall. This time, I door was slightly ajar, and I could hear some kind of shuffling on the other side. Instinct told me not to open the door, but my brain wanted to know, I had to know.
Deciding against opening the door, I continued on and made it to the stairwell door. To check and see if it was a fire escape, and whether it would sound an alarm, I pressed the handle just enough to creak the door open. Nothing. Popping the door open again, I slipped into the stairwell and peered down the small opening between the stairs that allowed me to see the bottom floor. Without hearing a sound, I turned and signaled for the team to continue on, and held the door open for each to come inside.
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Post by thegunny on Nov 29, 2008 15:49:26 GMT -5
Matthew Claypoole and Emily phillips were the last to jump of the plane, Claypoole the very last one to start his H.A.L.O free fall. Thad had been arranged on purpose. Although Claypoole had made it through force recon training but never really became a force recon marine, he had had H.A.L.O training and it had stuck. He had had a few refreshers here and here in his line of mercenary work, once in black Umbrella and several times in S.C.A.R.S. Another refresher before heading out here and he was perfectly fine. Phillips on the other hand, had had to go on a complete and total crash course on how to do a H.A.L.O jump. He had to babysit her as they fell down thousands of feet, glancing between her and his altometer, not having much else to look at other then the strobe lights. This is what a night time drop was like. F**king pitch black nothingness. Hate it. He'd done only enough of them to know they sucked hardcore. He continued to breath as he had been trained to do in the H.A.L.O jumps, hating the bug-eyed H.A.L.O breathing apparatus's and the like just as much as he hated the free fall. Being A.D.H.D, this was all very annoying for him and he had to resist to not fidget or mess with the helmet which he feared if disturbed with would cut off his oxygen. He may hate it and how unnatural breathing in it was, but it kept him alive. So he was thankful and respectful none the less.
When they were getting to the appropriate altitude to pull the chute, Matthew Claypoole didn't. Why? Because Phillips hadn't either. Claypoole growled, tensed up, and rocketed forward to catch up with Phillips. Rather then wasting his breath, he reached over, and pulled her chute for her. Then he got clear, and pulled his own. He ignored her excited yelp, and resisted the urge to grumble, instead focusing as he guided himself into a clearing he realized wasn't the actual drop zone. He had been following Emily Phillips who had been focusing on doing the H.A.L.O drop and not where she was landing, so he had been thrown off course as well. The two of them landed in a playground, Claypoole hitting the ground roughly but professionally and getting back up, Emily Phillips hitting the ground, staying down, struggling to get out of the chute and then crawling forward.----------------------------------------------------------- CrapppppppppppEmily Phillips didn't like this from the get go, she was scared of heights! She hated air plane flights, let alone jumping out of them! Not to mention she was by no means a special forces warrior when it came to this kind of stuff. She had been a civilian all her life, and had only recieved training anything like military trainin when the U.S.F.U remnant team working for Dr. Zhang trained her limitedly, and that hadn't covered stuff like this. When she had lost a bit of focus on her altometer at the last minute, realizing she had no idea where they were, and didn't know if she was in the right drop zone or not. Her cord being abruptly pulled and her chute opening up by itself, jerking her backwards as she began to deaccelerate and glide down to the ground slower and safer surprising her. She yelped by instinct, looking all around for the source of the surprise, and then saw what she assumed was Claypoole's strobe light a bit higher then her and to her left. She saw him maneuvering, and tried to match his maneuvers, glancing down to see where they were now aiming for--- a playground. When she hit the ground, she hit the ground. She struggled to get out of the chute as it came down on her, crawling out, started ripping off the harness, tearing off the cumbersome and annoying H.A.LO breathing apparatus, and slowly getting up. She looked around, and finally saw Claypoole already up and scanning the area around them.
Emily Phillips, a medic/B.O.W and stealth specialist, wore a new Dragonfly P.M.C field jacket overtop her eagle industries medical tactical vest she was able to put most of her medical supplies into, the rest of it in her A-III medical pack she started to put on once she stood up. She wore Blackhawk hellstorm advanced tactical knee and elbow pads, hatch BG800 The Guardian™ Pathogen Protection Gloves, and Women's Enforcer Side Zip Tactical Boots 2700. Although she normally and liked to wear a baseball cap, this time she had an LBA international Paratrooper combat helmet. Her chestnut brown hair stuck out a bit from underneath it, being short but long enough that the helmet didn't cover it all. After a few moments, she brought down the night vision goggles attached to the helmet to look through with her light blue eyes, confirming that it was Claypoole on the other end of the playground trying to get sand out of his boots because he landed in the sand box. Both of them, insted of bullet proof Kevlar vests, wore stab/cut proof vests as Claypoole had suggested and she had agreed as recommended for their work. Holstered to her upper leg was her Kimber stainless target II limited edition 10mm M1911 pistol, loaded with an extended magazine of 10 rounds. Held up by a shoulder holster was her Kel-tec PLR-16, for pistol long range, chambered for 15 rounds of 5.56x45 NATO, also with an extended magazine. She was plenty armed, in her opinion, for pretty much working support. Holstered to her hip also was a mark 23 silenced for when she needed to work her stealth magic. She wasn't very tall by team standards--- Claypoole dwarfed her, let alone Tyson. But she was a lot more agile and flexible then either of them and probably most of the rest of the team.
Claypoole, fully geared up now and ready to go, his black Tactical Cross Draw Vest over top his black stab-proof vest which was overtop his black formerly Umbrella formerly S.C.A.R.S now customized black B.D.U(Umbrella commando style but now minus its insignia's), Black tactical pants, and his black GORE-TEX special forces Recon boots. How ever, he had a Dragonfly P.M.C field jacket over his Black B.D.U and stab proof vest but underneath his tactical vest which he could take on or off if needed. He had black fingerless Rescue Special-Ops Gloves, a black kevlar neckpiece that came up to the top of his neck from his black B.D.U, and had put on his custom gas mask now. On his head he wore a Dragonfly P.M.C issued helmet. Overtop his black Kevlar neckpiece he wore his black bandanna which hung around his neck, and the back of his head was protected by a black Balaclava. He had a Wilson combat M1911 hunter chambered for the .460 Rowland holstered to his tactical vest, a MSAR STG-556 chambered in 6.8 SPC thrown over his back, with his weatherby Accumark chambered in .340 weatherby with hand-reloaded ammunition in its sheathe/holder on his back. On his left leg he had a drop down pouch that carried 3 of his special brew of incendiary grenades, plus 2 42 round magazines for his STG-556. On his vest, ready to be quick attached to his STG-556, was the cheap, simple, and reliable to use Aimpoint C.E.U, or concealed engagement unit, to fire shots around the corner. His Wilson combat Hunter had pistol holo-reticle sights on top, and had a compensator. Claypoole wasn't the biggest man but he was a big man, and he was a tough man considering he had gone through marine training, marine force recon training, Black Umbrella U.B.C.S training, and several black water courses since then. He was not only a specialized man killer but he was a specialized B.O.W and tyrant killer as well. He was the guy on the team who was carrying the big elephant gun to take down hunters and Tyrants with. Phillips might be a B.O.W specialist, but she wasn't specialized to the point he was in taking them down. She had her P.D.A with the B.O.W and tyrant index in it, which probably could use data from Etzel Fleischer's computers and archives, but he had a much more specialized P.D.A himself--- a less detailed version of all of what was in hers and some more he had added himself from his old black Umbrella U.B.C.S B.O.W book, which was even more comprehensive and focused then hers on their weaknesses, strengths, styles, habits.. the works. His was also more streamlined, he wasn't as good at sifting through his P.D.A for a bit of information as she was. He also had a feature she didn't--- an observation search, where he could put in keywords about what the B.O.W was like and doing, and figure out which one it was.
Emily Phillips started to jog towards him, but as he dragged his chute and harness towards her, he held up one hand to signal for her to halt. He whispered into his gas masks built in mikeGet your vest and harness, drag it to the middle of the playground. We're going to make an arrow of sorts, pointing towards the school. Then we're going to go inside, and wait, watching the play ground from here. Detach your strobe light, and bring it with you. We can't stay here in the drop zone, if anyone saw us-- or anything--- they'll becoming soon.They quickly worked, and then when they wered one making the make shift arrow, which wasn't really an arrow unless you stared at it hard and tried to think about it, Claypoole sent Phillips up to the top of the jungle gym in the tallest part of the playground(Right above and beside the arrow-ish formation of gear), and set their strobe light signal up there. The two of them then jogged away from the playground, about 20 yards. They stopped at the double door glassed doors, Emily starting to pick the lock, while Claypoole set up his own detached strobe light in front of the door. They got inside, thankful the bathrooms to the left and right of the door were empty of zombies, and bunkered down in that hallway, Emily starting to speak into her hand radioThis is Pegasus, I repeat this is Pegasus. Pheonix is here with me. Harpy, do you read?(I didn't know what our callsigns were, so I just made a couple up... Harpy for Aya, Pheonix for Claypoole, Pegasus for Phillips.)
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Post by Mikey on Nov 30, 2008 1:52:04 GMT -5
Tyson had given all of his weapons a once over before strapping them to himself with a roll of duct tape. He'd jumped out of airplanes before, and he usually ended up losing something. When he was in the army, it had been his Beretta several times, and once his whole pack had come loose. Now, his Desert Eagle was taped to its holster with about a foot of tape, and he only had a waist back resting on the small of his back filled with ammo that was now duct taped with half the role. The last thing he needed was to get dropped into a war zone with a grand total of 115 shots. The way he shot, that wasnt much.
When it came to being his turn to jump, he took a deep breath and ran to the edge. Without even thinking, he jumped off the side and fell flat instead of sailing through the air like the other, lighter people who had just jumped. Weighing at nearly 500 pounds in his suit of armor with his weapons and ammo, he was lacking any sense of grace.
His drop took a very short amount of time, and the whole time he was looking around through the lenses of his breathing apparatus, he was keeping an eye on the strobe lights in front of him. His chute opened and didnt shoot him upward as much as it would have normally, and he started a drop that was still quite quick. He knew right then and there he wasnt going to meet the others.
He fell to the ground, feeling his leg catch on something and pitch his body foreward. Before he had time to move back into an upright position, he felt himself crash to the ground. He laid there for a moment, letting the paracute cover him before he reached for his knife. The large, sharp blade made quick work of the paracute. He soon had a hole big enough to stand. After cutting the harness off of himself and removing the breathing apparatus, he put the knife back in the tight fitting sheath and ripped the duct tape off of himself. Balling it to toss it to the ground, he stepped away from the paracute just in time to see two other make a landing. Albeit a better one than he.
Slipping the band of his face mask over his head, he pulled it down onto his face and checked his rifle. It was loaded, so he jacked a round into the chamber of the AR 15, as well as pumping a round into the Masterkey. He let the weapon hang and took out his Desert Eagle, pulling the slide back and loading chambering a cartrige.
He stepped toward the two people, after the larger one said something about making an arrow pointing toward a school.
"You call the boss yet?" He asked, not hearing the man's radio transmission earlier.
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Post by Nanaya on Nov 30, 2008 3:15:31 GMT -5
Kyle had his suppressed MP7 trained over Jaeger's shoulder the entire time he went through the hall of the apartment complex. He had gotten so use to covering his teammates' backs that it had become as easy as learning to ride a bike. He watched the man move forward, testing one door—finding it locked—before heading to another. Kyle noticed he paused somewhat, as if he was hesitant on opening the door. Curiosity sparked Kyle, but his question was answered when he heard some slight shuffling behind the door, the noise barely audible even with the moment of silence. Once Jaeger opened a fire escape door and signaled a clear, Kyle began following up. He fast-walked in a low crouch.
A slight moan sounded out behind Kyle; the source came from the second apartment door he'd just past a second ago. He turned to defend himself, raising his gun infront—
—but a figure had already stepped out of the slightly ajar door, lunging toward Kyle in a elegant burst of speed. A wave of decay followed with it, confirming what the hostile was. There wasn't enough time to react as the zombie was already infront of his face.
F**k!
There was a shine of metal—a knife—that protruded horizontally from Kyle's right hand. He had pulled out his blade from his sheath and swung at the creature's skull. There was a sickly, wet squish as the knife penetrated its left temple and destroyed the brain. Now those deathly arms that were just gripping Kyle's went limp, and the zombie fell to the floor, unmoving.
Kyle panted slightly. It was a close call, but thankfully he turned around when he did, or he would've been bitten.
He stood over the creatures and bent down to retrieve his knife. There was a slick sound when he removed it from the decayed skull, and it's horrible smell was now completely noticeable. Kyle tried his best not to throw up as he wiped his blade clean with a rag he brought in his pouch. He gagged a few times, but Kyle managed to sheath his knife and step away from the "corpse."
Kyle then looked back to Jaeger and nodded, signaling he was okay.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Nov 30, 2008 11:13:01 GMT -5
(OoC: I was going to go with personal formalities instead, you guys can choose whether you wish to go with callsigns; it might be something we'll work out after we finish this operation.)
There were no more strobes in the sky that Aya could see, either the rest of the team had made their timing extremely bad or had drifted dangerously off course; the former was impossible letting Aya reach her conclusion. She gently closed the rusted iron rooftop door and started down the stairs.
There was a sound of grief nearing the passage that Aya entered, she held up her Glock as she moved around the corner witnessing the dead zombie on the floor and Kyle cleaning his knife; the zombie was the one that had most of Aya's attention though. Her eyes were wide at the sight, seeing something as badly decayed as it was; the fact that something that looked 'dead' could walk. She looked away pretending that it didn't concern her and covered the rest of the distance in the hall.
As she entered the fire escape stairwell she explained the potential situation, "The team's split," Aya started as she hit the first step, "We need to either regroup or head to the station in two separate groups," the annoyed tone of her voice easily portrayed how she felt about the situation, it was typical of her to feel such a way but she simply couldn't get over how bad the insertion ended up, "I vote the latter of the choice, the problem is we need to know whether the others have the same idea in mind," Aya was already searching for a wireless connection somewhere so that she could make the distance to establish a connection with Matthew, Emily or Tyson; praying they were all in the same location. Plenty of connections popped up on her holographic display but none of them spread out a great deal on the grid. She'd just have to wait until she was outside, Aya was sure she'd get a connection then.
It was difficult keeping sound out of the picture while still going as fast as possible down the steps, but still a moderate 'tap' erupted from each step Aya took. She maintained her balance and started taking two at a time while keeping her Glock in hand. Each landing she came to she'd slow down and aim cautiously down to the next before proceeding. The whole time the building was obscenely quiet, a very different change from the war torn streets of Baghdad; Aya wasn't sure whether it was welcome or not however. To her noise meant clarity, obviousness; silence was enigma.
Aya reached the final landing, counting the way resulted in the building being a good 8 stories high; one of the taller ones in New Prague but with slightly older architecture. There were two exits from the stairwell, one leading into the lobby after Aya gave a quick check and the other heading into a narrow passage way on the side of the building. It was an obvious choice.
Aya switched from her Glock to her M4 Custom and opened the door thirty or so degrees open, enough for her to aim for the single light illuminating the passage way. A single squeeze of the trigger with the thick 'phwack' of a suppressed round being expelled from the rifle sent the ally into complete darkness. Aya slipped out of the stairwell and backed up against the corner of the slight bay built into the building. She quickly checked right before more cautiously leaning out to check the left which moved out into the street, "Move up," she whispered into her mic while beginning to move quickly towards the street, M4 ready.
Aya was right about the wireless signal, the building they'd landed on must have had some method of insulation (whether place on purpose or not) which blocked any signals from traveling in or out. As soon as she heard a 'ping' through her speaker she opened the frequency and allowed it to move freely, it'd snatch the link to any of the other PMC-D's headsets once it found them. The presented grid on her holographic image indicated that everything was running smoothly; satisfied; Aya switched off the display for the wireless network on her HUD and focused a little more on what was ahead of her. She pushed her headset up once she was close to the street; enough light spilled about the area from the lamps either side of the road.
Aya knelt down when she'd reached the opening, hidden to the left in a shroud of shadow; if anybody was truly looking all they'd notice was the top of her head in the dim light. Aya took in all of her surroundings and picked the spot they'd move to next. She decided on cutting through as many city blocks as possible to reduce the amount of time it would take to get to the station; there was still the issue of locating the missing members of her team.
Aya had observed enough, if they were spotted they'd simply speed up their movement and hide before the situation would get any worse. Spotted by 'What' was a good question, and whether it would be hostile was another one on top of that. PMC-D hadn't placed any jurisdiction on entering Raccoon City; did it matter? Probably not, but if they were caught by any legal or legit party then they'd be in major trouble. PMC-D wouldn't be compromised, but their existence in the city would; perhaps having two separate groups wasn't so bad? It still seemed unlikely they'd stumble across anything human in this part of town.
"Move up, keep low," Aya breathed as she began to sprint across the street while maintaining a lower posture, trusting Ludolf and Kyle to keep an eye on their six and flanks while she held her M4 perfectly trained on the next ally they were about to enter. Aya was keen to simply keep a vigil eye on all directions for any movement, but the rest of her team would point it out if it came to that. Her eyes adjusted quickly to the change of light, re-entering an intense amount of shadow.
A signal had come through, three in fact, and just as the connections had stabilized a message shot across and sounded into Ayas speaker.
"This is Pegasus, I repeat this is Pegasus. Phoenix is here with me. Harpy, do you read?"
Aya side stepped while still holding her M4 in front of her, watching the ally route for several seconds before signaling for Ludolf and Kyle to move ahead of her and continue. Aya put a finger up to her ear, "Copy, we're currently en route to the station," she started, "What's your position? I lost track of your strobes. We'll try and regroup as soon as possible, otherwise it'd be better if we moved separately to the objective," Aya realized that Emily had only mentioned Matthew was with her, "Is Tyson there?" she asked, the stress in her voice coming through; the last thing she wanted to know was that her team to be split into three rather than a clean chop. The connection to Tyson was open, so unless he was dead...
Aya didn't want to think about that already asides from it being completely f***ing impossible, "Tyson, Report," she issued as she followed Kyle and Ludolf through the ally, "Okay, we're going to regroup, once we have a bearing on your position Emily we'll move," Aya was set on her decision, with the team wearing thin it would be easy to get mopped up or horded. Aya pulled out her GPS, looking at the map and the arrow pointing towards the station. Once she had the co-ordinates she'd enter it into the gadget and the fastest possible route would be mapped for them.
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Post by Metal Head on Nov 30, 2008 14:27:05 GMT -5
Once we’d all reached the bottom of the staircase, I slipped my Colt back into it’s holster after flicking the safety on, and shouldered my G22 which had been strapped to my chest the entire time. As Aya slipped out the right door and exited into the area outside, I took a quick second to grab a Gemtech silencer that I’d grabbed from the armory just before we’d left and quickly fitted it to the end of the G22.
Satisfied that the suppressor wouldn’t come loose, I followed Aya out the door after she gave us the signal, and followed her down the alley to the exit that lead into the first street we’d encountered in the mission. Since she took up the best forward position, I stayed just slightly behind her with my G22 trained ahead of us, as I scanned the area. It was hard to see anything through the day scope, so I flipped on the IR and the IR laser.
Suddenly Aya bolted forward into the street, so I quietly followed making sure to watch the right flank for anything, alive or undead. About four blocks down the street, I saw a raging inferno that burned through almost a half of a city block. The blaze was immense, and I felt as though I could feel the heat on my body. A sense of guilt pinged deep inside me as I blamed myself for whoever died in that fire, if anyone.
As we approached the alley ahead, Aya took a knee so Kyle and myself pushed forward, keeping our eyes out ahead. I suddenly stopped as I spotted something ahead. Quickly, I rose my G22 scope to my eye, and peered at the shape in the distance, the scene I came across was disturbing. A group of about six undead were all kneeling over what looked like a formerly human body, ripping its limbs from it’s body, and chewing on it’s intestines.
I was unsure what to do, we could just run right by them if we had to, or we could go around them, or we could even annihilate them all. Either way, I couldn’t help but think this would be good experience for Aya, since I’d read in her portfolio that she hadn’t yet fought the undead. When I was still in the German Army, one of my many jobs were to train the new recruits for both my own division, and most of the other divisions as well. Usually, I’d just send them to clear a room themselves, which I knew would have a zombie. Of course, if things would get out of hand, I would be right there, but usually that experience alone allowed them to effectively down the undead without a second thought.
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Post by thegunny on Nov 30, 2008 16:22:22 GMT -5
OOC: Gonna keep shooting off call sign ideas in the air I guess
Claypoole waves Tyson forward as he called out to them, Claypoole barely having opened the door to step back inside as Emily Phillips continued to radio her transmissions. He had just set up a dragon runner packbot he had been able to buy offa his old, old co-worker although not so-much-a-friend Etzel Fleischer. That is, once he was able to track him down. He had been able to get Etzel Fleischer to rewire it to run on P.D.A's such as his and Emily Phillips'. Since Claypoole already was loaded up, heavily armed like Tyson, Phillips had carried it with her in her pack. It was set to sentry mode and was uploading their P.D.A's with motion sensor reports of the playground, so they'd know when something was out there. When Tyson stepped inside, Claypoole following him, the door shutting behind him, Claypoole nodded and said We're on the horn with her right now.
Phillip's had paused till Tyson came in, and now continued
Affirmative, Ty is here. We're at a school about a click away from the designated drop zone, an elementary school. Check playground and follow the chutes. We're on the lookout. Will maintain our position until regroup, Over.
Since Aya had used Tyson's name, Phillips' hadn't seen any harm in not using what call sign they had, Bahamut for Tyson. Baha for short. Phillips' didn't know why, but everytime she used a radio casually like a radio operator and not like she was in the field, her voice always went monotone and formal. Probably was best, considering radio protocols and what not. Claypoole nods and says
We're going to hole up in here until the others get here. I'll keep watching the playground, Tyson, watch our six, don't want anything in the building coming up behind us while we're watching the outside. You good to?
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Nov 30, 2008 22:30:20 GMT -5
Aya looked up at the night sky as she waited for a response; the rain was getting heavier and the clouds grew even more thick, making the darkness almost unbearable. Aya noticed Ludolf had switched to IR, figuring it was probably a better idea considering the lack of visual on the rain cover.
"Affirmative, Ty is here. We're at a school about a click away from the designated drop zone, an elementary school. Check playground and follow the chutes. We're on the lookout. Will maintain our position until regroup, Over."
Aya calmed down when she heard that the entire other team was all together meaning things wouldn't be so difficult, "Copy that, out." Aya finished and brought her hand back to the grip of her M4. She looked at her GPS and noticed a small square had popped up not far from their position, "Got'em," she said before she started moving up behind Ludolf and Kyle.
There were several silhouettes ahead of them, Ludolf had already taken in the information and was keeping back slightly; Aya squinted through the rain, as much as she pretended she didn't know what they were it was blindingly obvious. She flicked her headset down, the heat signatures being very faint meaning they were in some case of hypothermia or.... Aya changed to her magnification and zoomed in. She flinched. Most of them were at an advanced stage of decay, the zombie that took most of her attention was the one that was missing its jaw; as much as it lacked the important body function of grinding it still attempted to gnaw into the dead body as best as possible. Some of them had a severe lack of hair and what was left was matted to their scalp, one of them had lost an arm, all of their clothing was water logged with red; another zombie’s decayed legs were so bad that swarms of maggots were crawling through all of the muscle tissue.
Aya glanced behind them nervously, feeling the creeps that something would come up behind them. She was glad it was raining so heavily, the moisture would mask 90 percent of the smell and probably hide them from the zombie’s noses too. She felt her sense of judgment seep away from her, trying to keep up her mental brick wall. Instead of being thoughtful on the situation she decided to run on instinct, going for the easy solution, "Weapons free," she whispered while looking through her reflex sight.
The M4 snapped as several semi-auto rounds pounded through the decayed wall of a zombies; another ghoul had simply been knocked over, Aya continued to fire at it around the region of the temple until it stopped moving. She straightened up to standing allowing Kyle and Ludolf to knock down the rest of the ghouls seconds after her before she moved into a sprint, vaulting over one of the dead corpses. As she closed the distance between her and the undead mass the smell intensified until it was near unbearable, if she lingered for too long it was likely to stick with her so she picked up more speed and skidding to a halt at the next corner.
Aya peeked, nothing, and continued; she stopped once she was well away from the mess, kneeling down again. She felt nauseous, her heart beat traveling way too fast and she needed to calm it down. Aya signaled for Ludolf and Kyle to go ahead while she waited briefly, the school was about three blocks away from their position, she planned on letting her two other team mates to head up point for the rest of the detour until they reached the school.
'It's only going to get worse,' she motivated herself in a bad manner, then followed the other two mercenaries.
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Post by Nanaya on Nov 30, 2008 23:53:33 GMT -5
"Weapons free."
Tat tat tat.
Suppressed rounds flew from Kyle's MP7. The projectiles flew true, ripping through the skulls of infected that Aya ha left Jaeger and himself to take care of. Little blood from their wounds, but as soon as they crumpled to the cold pavement, thick ooze slowly pooled around them, adding more to their grotesque stench. It was repulsive, but luckily Kyle was far enough away from it that it wasn't as strong, or he would've been gagging again. Once the street was quite, Kyle saw Aya move up to the next corner and kneel.
She made a signal for himself and Jaeger to follow up; Kyle followed up with a soft fast-walk down the street. He passed up Aya and surveyed the street ahead of them. Like most of the forsaken city, the road only held blood, fires, broken glass, and abandon cars. There were several shops around the area, but mostly apartment complexes and alleyways.
Again, there was that horrible smell, and Kyle instantly located the source. Up ahead were at least three of them—infected—shambling around the street in open sight, all of them in civilian clothing with wounds on their necks. They weren't decomposed as much as the zombies he and his team met earlier, so they must've been newly turned. Kyle hugged the wall to his right and went into a crouch. Raising his SMG, Kyle placed the small, green dot in his reflex sight right on the closest zombie's head and fired. Bullets passed through it's head like nothing had happened, then a split-second later it fell to its knees before falling face-first onto the ground. Kyle then lowered his weapon to let Jaeger take the other two, while himself scanned around the perimeter to make sure they weren't ambushed.
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Post by Metal Head on Dec 1, 2008 18:02:09 GMT -5
Tap, Tap, Tap, Tap, Tap
The sound of my boots tapping the wet ground was barely audible thanks to the heavy pounding of the hurricane like rain. Sliding on my knees, I slammed the side of a building across the street from Aya and Kyle. The sound of metal on concrete turned my attention to Kyle who’d just let fly with a quick burst a few undead up ahead.
Training my rifle on the second zombie’s skull, I squeezed a round off dropping him instantly, and pulled back the bolt ejecting the empty casing. Sliding the bolt forward and getting the last zombie in sight was a breeze, and I dropped him with a quickness. However, I hadn’t noticed the zombie to my left, whom was slowly, but surely flanking me.
It wasn’t until I heard the tapping of his foot from about a foot away, that I turned and looked at him, the bolt of my G22 pulled all the way back. He fell forward and toppled onto me, making me drop my rifle, so instantly I reached for my knife at my ankle. Resisting the urge to call for help, I grunted heavily and held the bastard at bay while I slammed my knife straight into its temple.
With a simple twist of the knife, the thing was dead, and I every so slightly pushed it off to the left, watching it collapse to the ground in a lifeless heap. With a sigh of relief, I wiped the congealed blood off my knife and onto my BDU’s before sliding it back into the sheath.
But I didn’t quite get up, not yet at least. For a few seconds, I lay there motionless, watching the sky above me, the clouds catching the bright lights of flames. The colours danced and I was lost in the sight.
As if the floodgates in my mind opened, I was suddenly thrust back into reality, and snapped my head forward before rushing to my feet and grabbing my G22. Loading in a fresh clip, and shoving the empty one in one of my vests pouches, I carefully scanned ahead of us before turning to Aya and Kyle to see what the next move would be.
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