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Post by Big Boss, Lord of Light on Aug 29, 2011 13:43:02 GMT -5
"Possibly...." MacGyvers answered. "If that base is still there....maybe this Final Wave could try and raid it for supplies...weapons...tech."
As he spoke, an aide entered into the conference room, carrying a bundle of files and folders. The suit looked at the man and had a look of confusion on his face as the man dropped the files on the floor and drew a handgun at the suit.
"By orders of my commander!" he shouted, chuckling slightly as he did so, and fired two shots at the suit. He took hits in his shoulder and chest as MacGyvers dove for the gunman, disarming him immediately. MacGyvers shot a look at the suit, who was being attended to by one of the guards, as the others all took aim at the gunman.
"Who are you!" MacGyvers demanded from the man. The man simply chuckled as his mouth began to foam. Cursing under his breath, MacGyvers punched the man in the face sharply with his right hand as he stood up.
OOC: My my....this is terrible writing...I apologize...
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Post by Mr.Revenge on Sept 6, 2011 21:21:33 GMT -5
"Cyanide," Will said giving the dead man a swift kick to the head. "Cute. You guys sure do have some good security measures around here."
(Sorry for lack of posting, things in RL aren't going so good.)
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Post by Big Boss, Lord of Light on Sept 12, 2011 0:00:35 GMT -5
OOC: No worries, man, stuff happens, but I am now going to put the story into a bit of over drive now...I have had a sort of inspirational tick.
"Right." MacGyvers said through gritted teeth, as he looked over at the suit, who had died during the scuffle. "Well....who is second in command?" MacGyvers asked.
"Well sir...that would be the Captain, Wilkins." one of the staff replied.
"Really?" MacGyvers said incredulously.
"Yes sir..."
"Think you could get him in here?"
"At once...I will...yes..." the man continued babbling as MacGyvers watched him. The man was stammering badly as he began to get the Captain on the line. As he did this, MacGyvers went over to the radar screen being shown on the wall.
"I seriously think we should check out the South American connection." MacGyvers said to no one in particular. "We take a strike team, we see what's going on out there....if nothing then fine...if something, we call in the attack."
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Post by Mr.Revenge on Sept 12, 2011 22:35:23 GMT -5
"Sounds like a plan to me," Will said as he watched the medics rush in the room to retreive the body of the fallen suit. The two men worked with relative quickness to remove the body from the scene as the rest of the people in the room watched, some of them still slightly terrified at what had just transpired. Will simply turned his back towards the scene and back towards MacGyvers. Just another body, nothing to get worked up about, especially somone in his proffesion that has been doing it for as long as he has.
"I say we equip ourselves to the teeth," Will said leaning against the table and crossing his arms. "We don't know what these guys are capable of. And if they aren't as bad as we think, then we'll just get rid of them just as easily with the extra firepower."
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Post by Big Boss, Lord of Light on Sept 15, 2011 19:27:54 GMT -5
"You said it." MacGyvers replied.
As the mess was being cleaned up, the Captain entered the room, a look of confusion on his face.
"What happened to-" he started, referring to the suit.
"Killed...by an assassin on board this ship." MacGyvers said sharply, as he approached the captain. "You need to do a search of the ship, see if there are anymore of these killers on boarding. They may be disguised as menial staff, so have your men do a thorough sweep."
"Of course..." the Captain replied, as he watched as the body was removed.
"Next, my associate and I are going to need a few things...." MacGyvers said as he took the captain by the shoulder and made his way out with him.
"We are going to need air transport, weapons, and as many troops as you can spare." MacGyvers started. "We are heading to South America, to see if our idea about this man and his group is correct.
"If we spot him, radio permitting, we will call in for you. this ship, and every man, woman, child onboard to assault that blasted zeppelin with everything you got.....if not, we will try and take it on ourselves. Whether we radio in or not....come to South America and check out the situation. The thing may have some sort of jamming gear on board.
"Any questions, Captain?"
"No sir....good hunting." the captain replied. "I'll have a transport helicopter waiting for you and your partner. I can spare a six man fire team...and nothing else really....the armory is yours....take whatever you can carry."
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Post by Mr.Revenge on Sept 23, 2011 22:25:05 GMT -5
"...the armory is yours....take whatever you can carry."
Will's luck was starting to perk up. He loved nothing more than gaining access to an armory and being allowed to take whatever weapon he wanted. At no cost. His current weapons slapped against his back as he followed MacGyvers through the room and to there next destination.
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Post by Big Boss, Lord of Light on Sept 28, 2011 21:19:53 GMT -5
MacGyvers and Will marched off from the meeting with the brass. MacGyvers moved with purpose, his boot steps echoed in the corridor leading to the armory. A set of armed guards met the two soldiers, both of which gave quick salutes to the men, allowing them access to the weaponry inside.
"Well..." MacGyvers said in wonder, entering the room. Rows upon rows of carbines, sub-machine guns, launchers, and rifles were stacked neatly on the walls of the room. In the middle, enough ammunition to start several small wars. "Seems we have ourselves some weapons."
The soldier went from weapon to weapon, checking sights, chambers, and barrels. The weapons all seemed to be fairly new, pristine, and never once fired in anger. He mused to himself as he picked up a large, single shot, missile launcher.
"A few hits with this, and I bet that blimp goes up like a Roman Candle."
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Post by Mr.Revenge on Oct 6, 2011 22:15:04 GMT -5
"We'll just have to find out then won't we?" Will said as he pulled a M60 from one of the rows, got the feel for the weigh, then replaced it on the shelf. If he was going to be moving in the jungle and avoiding fire from a blimp, he wanted to be mobile. He continued down the rows scanning the seemingly unusued weapons. With so many weapons, they could have equipped everyone in the building three times over, so he beleived over half of them had never even been used.
"Do you think we'll really find this blimp?" he asked pulling a Mossburg 12 guage off the wall. "Or do you think this is going to be a wild goose chase?"
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Post by Big Boss, Lord of Light on Oct 7, 2011 19:52:19 GMT -5
"Either way," MacGyvers said, as he picked up an SA80 assault rifle, "we get ourselves refitted, refreshed, and heavier fire power."
He reflected on how long he had used his old M4 rifle. It had gotten him through many battles in Raccoon City, Moscow, and the jungles of South America. However, now was the time to move on, to begin a new with the newer model rifle.
"However," he continued, as he began to load magazines with 5.56 NATO rounds, "we need to take into account our enemy. First, they have a large aerial craft that would be noticed rather quickly if it hung around for too long. Second, they need a place to refit and refuel. Third, the only Union of Patriots bases that could possibly help them out are in South America...even if they are not there presently, they will have to come in at some time or another, right?"
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Post by Mr.Revenge on Jan 24, 2012 16:19:22 GMT -5
"Right, so, if given the chance, we follow the ship's course til it needs refilled," Will said as he ejected the spent magazine from his 1911 and slid a fresh one in to place. "Once it's on the ground, we board it?"
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Post by InsanityIsCool on Oct 21, 2014 19:22:17 GMT -5
Caribbean sea, 100 kilometres east off the coast of Grand Cayman: John Davis was currently sitting in a BSAA Blackhawk helicopter, flying towards the last known location of the cruise ship ‘Neptune’s Jewel’. He was being transported there because of several reasons. 1- A distress signal had been sent from the vessal, however the signal stopped sending 30 minutes after it was sent, without an all clear message 2- It was off its pre-determined course, it was supposed to go around the other side of Cuba 3- Most importantly, the distress signal also had an audio recording. It went as follows: “(static)captain of the ‘Neptune’s Jewel’ sending(static)signal. Hostile boarding(static)infection(static)last one left(static)Don’t want to be one of those(static)aptain signing off(gunshot)(static)” As John looked out he saw the ship.  The Oasis class cruise ships were the biggest in the world, almost a floating city, complete with parks, carousel, multiple swimming pools, 2 theatres and much more. Coming in closer, he saw that the helipad on the bow of the ship was wrecked by what looked like explosives damage. “Hover over the top deck, Ill rappel down.” He told the pilot, checking his gear. He had decided to not bring his steyr aug on this mission, instead taking a Kriss Super v submachine gun in .45 acp, along with a FNX 45 tactical pistol also chambered in .45 acp. Alongside these he also brought an m14 rogue with a acog gunsight for potential long range encounters. |
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There will always be life, no matter what devours us...
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Post by shakku on Oct 25, 2014 22:28:33 GMT -5
The colossal ship towered over a large portion of the foreign waters, not large enough to engulf the whole ocean, but with its faded shadow it seemed menacing nonetheless. It developed a slight sway back and forth, as the tides began to pick up. Shakku could even hear the feint noise of a helicopter, as if there was a god that could help him out of this screw up.
He gazed around the V.I.P suite; the walls practically painted in blood, the floor being inhabited by a few corpses, the last thing to observe in the room, was his paycheck, trembling in fetal position, pants soaked in various liquids. Of course it was not his own V.I.P suite, he would keep the blood stains to a minimum while having the strokes of the fingers not as wide and short. Also, he would prefer to arrange the bodies so that they were more so in graceful ballerina like poses rather than sprawled out where they be. By paycheck, Shakku meant the scum that he was being paid to protect this time. Shakku paced the room for a few seconds. His weapons were down in the security/staff locker room, across from the engine room. And the last he recalled the few security guards following him were either infected, having to be put down, or put themselves down. "In fact.." he said looking over towards the body resting in the hot tub. "The chief of security was enjoying a nice life, giving me the keys to the security lockers and we would escape alive, and I'd get paid and you- Oh wait, I forgot that you shot him trying to determine the side of the gun that increases balls to ego ratio. Sadly, a certain Dumbass didn't know about the speed at which people bleed out, especially from a hit to their legs." he said with a certain amount of sarcasm.
He walked towards the tub, slowly grabbing the jacket of the former chief of security and pulling him out and onto the floor. Another body, oh boy! The blood absorbed into the deceased's clothing had started to leak onto the floor. It had spread out even more when Shakku searched the man, stripping clothing article after clothing article. "On the plus side," directing his comment towards the trembling man, "I found an air tight bag. It has keys to the security room lockers, some pieces to......reconstruct what looks like a carbon-15 9mm pistol, with one mag of seven rounds. Would have preferred ceramics". He could tell that the gun was an older model of 9mm, it's capacity is seven rounds, eight including the one in the chamber. Shakku's other conscious had mocked the situation. "We need to handle this one. Though he's essential to our...reward, his behavior is unfitting for a so called black market executive salesman." said Shado. Shakku walked over to his client, taking the gun out of his hands. It was completely unloaded, no ammo, and he already had a 9mm so there wasn't much point. He slid the gun into the mans pocket, before relaying the words "Tom, we know your afraid and you shot a few people. You also saw a few people get eaten but, we need you to act rational and stay alive. Can you do that? We'll get help sooner, the more we stick together". Shakku felt as if he was explaining things to a twelve year old while he watched the man slowly nod. He wasn't getting any younger and they needed a way out the room. "Of course the front doors were closed for an obvious reason, via dead bodies all around," he thought looking towards the vent, "Maybe there is another way."
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Post by InsanityIsCool on Oct 28, 2014 5:02:23 GMT -5
As soon as his feet hit the deck, he was charged by a zombie, which he quickly dispatched with his pistol.
looking at the now headless zombie, he activated his radio. "Well I guess that answers what kind of infection the message spoke about huh."
"sur seems that way," replied the pilot of the helo, "im gonna stay on station for another hour, then im gonna have to go back to refuel."
"understood, lets get started."
His mission was simple, find out what happened and why.
as he entered the ship, he quickly located a map of the ship accessible by civilians, and located the bridge.
moving quickly, he entered, only to find the ships consoles completely wrecked, 3 dead zombies and what looked like the captain.
he had bite marks all over him, and a bullet hole in his right temple, courtesy of the pistol he had in his right hand.
quickly looking through the room, he quickly located the captains log, but before he could read it, his earpiece came online.
"John, im picking up something on thermal, looks like 2 bodies, coming through the vents near your position."
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Post by shakku on Oct 28, 2014 10:29:54 GMT -5
"Y'know, I used to be a nice guy, I just realized kindness gets you nowhere in the world. I didn't mean for anyone to get hurt, I just didn't want my men to doubt me. I had something to prove, but cannibalism...that's just wrong." Said Tom. He scuffled in front of Shakku, following his directions. To be honest, he has had some weird things pop out of vents, and pay check or not he'd rather be alive than not. "Look, ruling with fear isn't the best idea, slowly you'll get scared of the slightest uprising or test in your might, and become even stricter leading to what feels like Panopticon. Where the Warden sees all, but the prisoners never know when they are being watched, always on best behavior". As shakku lectured the man, he signaled for him to make a right, upon turning the corner the vent took an immediate drop.
"There is no possible way we're gonna go down through here. I mean, we could always turn bac-" he was immediately interrupted, by a very brash push forward. The man had only fallen a few feet, no more than ten, and his reaction to being pushed was very mellow. A slight smell of detergent and bleach was floating around, and dust was a bit common in the edges of the vent. "Alright, kick the grate on your left. Maybe we might find the security room" Spoke Shakku in positive attitude, even if he knew that ten feet wouldn't get him down to the engine room from nearly the top of the boat. Tom had kicked the side of the vent softly a few times trying to test the strength. He followed by a few heavier kicks, which seemed to loosen the grate up. "Too late to have a concern about noise" Shakku scoffed. With a final kick the vent distorted from weight and the grate had flown open, sliding across the lament flooring. It seemed to be the...laundry room? Clothes were spinning constantly in multiple machines, washing and drying, almost hypnotic like. And not even a single drop of blood could be seen.
The duo dropped from the vent. Shakku signaled to Tom to wait. He readied his pistol checking each corner of the laundry area. Making his way to the back room, the door was jammed. He then signaled for Tom to come over. With two fingers he pointed to the door, before gesturing a kicking motion. One after the other, his fingers counted down from one to three. On three they both delivered a kick to the door, the lock keeping it sealed tight on the other side, had busted off as the door separated from the other end of the door way. Inside was a computer with security footage of the laundry room and a few adjacent spaces nearby. Other than that, detergent anyone? Shakku noted that a few files had already been accessed on the computer, besides security footage. Things like utilities on board ship and cargo.
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Post by InsanityIsCool on Oct 31, 2014 12:52:08 GMT -5
John moved quickly through the ship towards the heat signatures. after all, they were possible survivors or perpetrators.
infected moved differently from uninfected, although they could smash through windows unless they were a BOW Monster they couldn't do much else besides move around shuffling.
and these heat signatures were moving through what looked like the ventilation system.
going through one of the staff area entrances, he quickly moved to the approximate area the helo pilot pointed out.
getting closer, he heard voices.
activating his radio, he started whispering. "I got 2 voices, possible survivors or perpetrators. going to investigate."
moving closer, he noticed that the room that the voices were coming from was the laundry. silently, he checked the door, it was locked.
backing up a step, he readied one of his numerous flashbangs. and kicked the door in.
as soon as his foot smashed the door, the flashbang went flying, detonating just as he was entering.
seeing 2 armed people stunned from the flashbang he immediately shouldered his kriss, "freeze! drop your weapons and kick them over here!"
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