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darknightrei
07/13/2007 10:33 PM

Report to OOC on the double soldier!

[Edited by darknightrei on Friday, July 13, 2007 10:34 PM]

darknightrei
07/14/2007 9:10 PM

"An' jus' WHAT 'n the face of goddamned EXISTENCE was that?! You, my sorry sacks of maggot shit...are...DEAD! D-E-A-D, jus'n case you missed it. A condition for which ther' aint a cure, much like being so DAMN stupid! JAILBIRD, I see you prancin' around in fuckin' circles again and I'm gonna take that goddamn knife an' shove it so far up yer ass you'll choke on it, DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME!? GREASEMONKEY, watchin' you reload that piece a shit rifle's like watching a RETARD FUCK A DOORKNOB! ARE YOU A GODDAMNED RETARD!? ANSWER ME GREASEMONKEY! FIRECRACKER, what the JESUS' HOLY FUCKING NAME are you running your DAMN mouth out there for!? Do you think you can TALK 'em to death?! Or maybe ya hope if ya keep yer mouth open long enough the enemy may proposition you...FOR A GODDAMNED BLOWJOB!? ARE YOU A HOMOSEXUAL FIRECRACKER?! DO YOU LIKE MEN?! SPEAK UP FIRECRACKER! NOW FER THE LAST TIME BOOKWORM, ya got a BEAUTIFUL weapon...WITH BULLETS! Now put away that damn pigsticker and stop runnin' all over the place like the FUCKIN' PINK POWER RANGER! DO YOU THINK YER A GODDAMNED SAMURAI?!"

Colonel Josiah T. Millier paced up and down the line of men standing at attention in the D-block lobby. D-block was reserved as a controlled training facility, a full scale replica of a small town fully equipped to shift its features to form new scenarios and housing one of the most impressive holographic generators of all time. Thousands of tiny projectors created independent 3D images capable of reacting realistically to contact. Miller, often referred to as the devil himself was an ex marine drill sargeant and an expert tactician and commander. However, Colonel Miller was also vulgar, degrading, and very malcontent.

The squad had just returned from an excersise to face the standard ritual of insults and yelling. It was true, in their scenaro they had died...but it had been upon extraction, their mission had been accomplished at record-breaking levels. No matter, In Miller's eyes they had lost. Now they would face the music, same as any day...The music, however sounded alot like the Colonel yelling at them one by one...Anxiously, Miller awaited a response from each one before they would be dismissed to their shared housing unit.

[Edited by darknightrei on Monday, July 16, 2007 1:23 PM]

evilmouse
07/15/2007 10:18 AM

Standing in line taking the almost ritual ass chewing, Brent stood perfectly still and agreed whole heartedly to everything he said.

" Yes sir! Your right sir! A trained monkey could do better sir!"
But the insults didn't bother him, the fact that he picked at his relod time just meant he had nothing better to complain about. In fact Brent took his insult as more of a compliment than anything.

But all the time he was thinking of all the reasons his big boy was better than Red's combat shotgun.

Brent wanted the chewing to end quickly so that he could run the sim again alone, and then maybe get some long range target practice in before bed. He knew they would be shipping out soon and wanted to make some final adjustments. Brent had been in service for so long that running drills became a way to relax and slow his racing mind.

Brent watched as the colonel moved down the line. When he was finally done, and gave the order to fallout Brent went to the table behind him and started to reload all of his clips for his private practice.

[Edited by evilmouse on Sunday, July 15, 2007 11:40 AM]

[Edited by evilmouse on Sunday, July 15, 2007 11:48 AM]

Wyxz
07/16/2007 3:54 PM

- Sir.Yes.Sir!

[i]"Ehh at last he finished his yelling. He will bore us to death with that. We need to listen this yelling every time we finish our training. He needs to understand that we ain't amateurs or recruit that he trained in boot camp..."[/i] thought Kazik as he lighted cigarette.

[i]That guy will practice with his rifle. Hmmm then i will go and practice hand-to-hand with these damn holograms."[/i] thought Kazik as he throwed cigarette-end into trashcan.

Kazik puted all his weapons and equipment on table and went into center of room.

- Computer launch Protocol six. Hand-to-Hand. Three opponents.

Suddently room changed into old dirty blind alley. In front of Kazik stood three thugs. They all had weapons one of them had knuckleduster, other knife and third chain.

- Fun fun fun!- shouted Kazik as he attacked.

His opponents wasn't ready for that. Kazik with all his strenght hited thug that was in front. After punch into face thug flyed few foots until he hited ground.

[b]Opponent one UNCONSCIOUS[/b]

Thug with knife attacked. Kazik barely dodged that. Kazik was dodging his attacks until he spoted opening. With his fist he hited thugs armpit and broke his soulder. Then he uppercuted him.

[b]Opponent two UNCONSCIOUS[/b]

Then Kazik spoted third thug that was running towards. Kazik avoided few attacks and suddently kicked into chest of thug. Thug falled to the ground. Kazik jumped into air and then landed on thugs chest.

[b]Opponent three DEAD. Protocol six off.[/b] said computer voice and alley disappeared.

[i]That wasn't fun. Ehh but now i want to eat.[/i]

- Hey mate maybe you want to go to mess hall and eat something!

[Edited by Wyxz on Monday, July 16, 2007 3:58 PM]

[Edited by Wyxz on Monday, July 16, 2007 3:59 PM]

Azrican_Republic
07/16/2007 4:40 PM

William casually strolled down the hallway, swaying back and forth with his I pod in his hand, no one had seen these in years, literally...years. He was proud of it. He had a little chunk of pre-nuclear-holocaust history sitting in his hands streaming music into his noggin'. Then he remembered, as he watched a gang of soldiers scurry out of a training room.
"Ooooohhhh shit...I skipped training."He whispered under his breath and he quickly planted himself behind a bulkhead, hoping Colonel wouldn't find him.
"AND WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN?!"
It scared him shit less, William let out a yelp as the Colonel gave the punk a
swift crack up the side of the head.
"That's WHAT maggot, the fifth fucking time? Jesus GOD what are you doing? Fucking the Secretary again?" The Colonel yelled, getting in his face like flies to a hunk of meat.
William shivered as he squeezed away from the brute.
"Sir, ya' said ya' wouldn't talk about that sir!" He saluted, dropping his I pod to the floor, the earphones ripping out of his ears.
"Oh well sorry you two didn't find a good place ta' FUCK!"He yelled. Now everyone was looking, Will hated attention.
"S-s, s-s-s..."He stuttered.
"Jesus GOD maggot! When training starts tomorrow, I don't wanna' see you come in with your DICK in your hands boy!"He gave William one last hit over the head and walked off.
"Hehehe...Hard ass." He knelt down to pick up the I pod. He brushed off the little music player, and quickly turned down the hallway.

[Edited by Azrican_Republic on Monday, July 16, 2007 9:29 PM]

Darthwedge
07/16/2007 7:09 PM

"Yes sir" The routine insult and degrading period was standard and John had become immune after a while.

Smirking slightly he turned to around, grabbing his equipment he headed to the quarters of the bunker. The metal halls against his boots created a slight clicking sound as he walked.

John came to the part of the bunker in which he always slowed down to observe. The cooridor that inevitably led to sector 3. The two heavily armed guards stood outside the doorway.

John slowed his pace down, his laptop held at his side, the hidden camera pointed toward the guard's eye. As John walked by he waved, bringing the laptop up in his hands, the picture snapped, hopefully getting a picture of the guards eye so he could create a fake eye.

[i]One step closer to making it in[/i]

When John got into his crew quarter he got into his bunk and turned on the laptop. The pale glow of the screen bathed his face in a unatural light as he doved into his hacking.

evilmouse
07/16/2007 8:52 PM

After loading his clips, and checking each round carefully as he did so, he loaded up his gun and walked over to the long range shooting range.

"Hmmm.. Computer, protocol 13. I want wind direction and speed randomized and altering ever 5 seconds. I want 10 targets at different ranges, and all of the to strafe at randomized and altering speeds, changing every 5 seconds."

Propping his heavy and bulky rifle against his shoulder waiting for the range to activate, he watches the system cycle twice before readying his rifle. Standing he inhales deeply, slowly exhales, and then begans to humm to himself.

Slowly he trails his targets one by one, and the slowly lowers his index finger down to the trigger. Then in a thunderous boom a target is blown apart. With only a half second interval a "BOOM!" and a trarget drops. With each boom a cartridge flys through the air. Then a one whole second interval, as Brent drops his clips and fluidly puts one in its place. After five more explosions, all but half of one were in pieces.

Looking at the half of a remaining target Brent sighs and angerly grabs his DE from its holster and in one fluid motion lifts his gun and fires one round square through the remains of the targets head. Grinning he walls back over to the weapons table and sets his guns and clips down. Looking over to Kazik Brent shakes his head.

"No thanks in need to break down and clean my weapons and run that drill again, half of a target was still there. I need a perfect run before I can eat or sleep. Maybe another time."

Turning back to his weapons, Brent begins to break them down and clean them maticulously. Still thinking about how much better his rifle is than that dinky tacticle 12. Still humming Brent loads his clips and prepares to run the drill again.

Azrican_Republic
07/16/2007 9:09 PM

William bounced his feet back and forth on the top bunk. He unplugged his earphones and leaned his head down toward the computer wizz kid underneath his bunk.
"So watcha' got there smart-man? Gonna' get us into Sector 3?"He smiled, his earphones dangling down past his blond hair.
"Aaaannnything to get us into Sector 3, huh man?"Of course William didn't know who this person was. He was simply along for the possibility of getting into Sector 3...God he wanted in. The secretary was a dead end though. Not even she had clearance.
William rolled his head up onto his bunk.
"Weeeeelll, find anything let me know. I want in."He closed his eyes and yawned. Popping his earphones back in and letting the music put him to sleep.

evilmouse
07/16/2007 10:21 PM

After running his drill again, and leaving nothing but a bunch of rubble around where the targets once stood. Smiling he slowly walked back over to the table, and broke his rifle down, placing it inside a large rifle case. Sighing as he turned out thei lights, being tge last man to leave the sim rooms.

Humming to himself he slowly stroled down the dark quiet halls. "Everyone must have hit the bunks already, I guess its later than I thought." walking lightly, tryong to keep his large steel toe boots from clanking to hard against the metal floor. As he came to pass the colonel's room he slowed to a crawl not wanting to wake him for fear of getting bitched out... Again for being out in the halls late at night. This was becoming more and more common as their departure date neared everynight. Brent seemed to spend all his free time prepareing and training. Running laps, running drills, cleaning his weapons, and physical training became his only real pass times.

Busy thinking about the things he would have to do before hitting his bunk, Brent accdentally stubbed his toe aganst an i beam along the wall with a loud "CLANK!"... And right outside the colonel's room! Not falling but stopping dead in his tracks waiting to see if he had woke the colonel...

Crix
07/17/2007 8:16 PM

Tommy comes crashing into the barracks.. just every other member of the team has laid their head down. He is covered with soot, and his uniform is singed from head to toe. He rips his shirt off, and throws it at the dirty laundry basket, missing by a mile, but not even looking to notice, as he heads towards the showers, his loud entrance is typical of him, and almost completely ignored by the rest of you. 3 times a week Tommy attends a demo yard drill, and works with breaching/anti-vehicle training.

"Aww c'mon ladies! Nah'ta bit'a smack talkin' fer meh habbit of avoidin' tha' brass f'r a whole day? Just t'go playin' wit m'toys?"

He cackles to himself, as he enters the shower.

Azrican_Republic
07/18/2007 4:03 PM

"Jesus you sonuvabitch..." William holds his head up from the bunk, grabbing a flashlight and aiming it at the intruder. He smiled and laughed.
"Pick a great time to barge in...What time is it?" He yawned, looking around at the clock that sat at the head of his bunk. Yawning he looked at the time.
"Try not to be too late next time...jesus" He laughed, turning over and pulling the covers over him as he tried to fall back asleep.
"And don't use my tooth brush again you ass."He said as he closed his eyes.

Darthwedge
07/18/2007 6:45 PM

John sat in his bunk, the world seemingly passed him by literaly. Many soldiers passed him asking questions, throwing taunts, or other annoying things. John however was ignoring all of these things with ease.

Tommy stormed into the bunks, late as usual, John merely glances up from the computer screen and then back down with a smirk.

The computer program was done, with the picture that John took of the guard on the screen, John waited as the resolution cleared up. The crystal clear image of the guard came up. Zooming in little by little, John cleared up the image until he had a direct image of the guards brown eye.

It wasn't the thing that John needed, in fact, it was completely the wrong thing. However John couldn't help but feel a sense of progress even though it wasn't really. Fingers moving across the keyboard with lightning speed that barely made a sound, John decided to view some "Private" information.

Wyxz
07/19/2007 4:01 PM

[i]"Geez...i eated too much [b]*burp*[/b]. Goddamit now i can't sleep."[/i]

Thought Kazik as he walked through quiet corridors.

[i]"I hope our mission will start fast because i can't stand these grey walls...and that damn corridor..."[/i]

Kazik slowed his pace down as he approached corridor that leads to Sector 3.

[i]"I would like to know what is in there. You need high level card to go there so there must be something important...but these guards are nothing special. Big guns and small brains. I think i could pass them without any blood but later i think i would be in very big problem [b]*gape*[/b] They made me yawn i need to go to barracks. Next time when i can't sleep i will come here."[/i]

When Kazik came in to barracks he noticed that John still works with his computer.

[i]"That guy needs to get some sleep or one day his head will explode...KABOOM!"[/i]

Smiled Kazik as he thought about it.

Kazik took shower and went to his bed.

- Good night John. Go to bed and get some sleep. Who knows what our beloved colonel prepared for us tommorow.

[Edited by Wyxz on Thursday, July 19, 2007 4:02 PM]

Azrican_Republic
07/19/2007 4:41 PM

William raised his head as he awoke, sweating.
"Uh er, he...bad dream, bad-b-bad dream. All." He murmured. He looked about, his goggles tousled around his head. He quietly pulled himself off the top bunk, and down onto the floor. William normally slept with his boots on. He looked back around to see if he had woken anyone up. Everyone was asleep. As far as he could tell. Will knew it was late...early morning at least. He figured most of everyone was asleep.

As William quietly walked down the hall, he tried to look away from the light blue walk-way lights that stretched and winded with the hall way. He stopped at a vending machine. Turning around and leaning against it. He let his mind wonder back into his head at the dream. He remembered it vividly. Though he wished he hadn't. Will turned around at the vending machine and pressed for a candy bar. He grabbed the chocolate bar and turned around, looking down the dark hallway.
"Damned bar...how old is this thing?" He spat out a hunk of the thing. Tasted like crap on crap.
"Cheap bastards...can't even get good snacks." He dropped the candy bar to the ground.

Darthwedge
07/19/2007 6:17 PM


- Good night John. Go to bed and get some sleep. Who knows what our beloved colonel prepared for us tommorow.


John looked at Kazik, he was smiling as he got into his bunk.

[i] Yeah, Im going to need my rest [/i]

John was the kind of person that could go on less hours of sleep. He shut his laptop after saving his work. Sliding it under his bed he settled himself in, clothes and all.

As he closed his eyes he thought.

[i] I wonder what we will do tommorow? [/i]

darknightrei
07/19/2007 10:53 PM

"WAKE THE FUCK UP LADIES! Get your SORRY asses OUT of the GODDAMNED bed, and I don't mean now...I MEAN RIGHT-THE FUCK-NOW!" The Colonel charged into the barracks like a raging bull, flipping over EVERY bed and kicking open every lock box.
"I expect EACH and every one of you to report to Sector 1 Alpha unit 225...YOU GOT THAT? 225..by 0800 on the mark! This is not an exercise, you will be in full loadout and squared away! Seems we got ourselves a mission..." With that, the Colonel knoked over the munitions cabinet and smiled.
"...an' pick up this GODDAMNED mess, it's 0730!"
He stormed out of the housing cell and in the direction of Sector one, laughing all the way.

A low, droning, hum could be heard throughout the entire facility as the main generators that powered the main command center jumped to life. Lines of deep blue light flowed along the walls of the path to Sector 1 and converged in the center of the main blast door. Slowly, the gargantuan metal doors slid apart, granting access to all those with clearance. A second set of blue light-lines led the way to the indicated unit 225 so as to prevent wasted time in searching unit numbers. In the small room that housed one of the only lifts to the surface facility, the Colonel awaited his men in full regalia. It was 7:53...'seven minutes left' he chuckled to himself...

Wyxz
07/20/2007 12:55 AM

[i]"What the....?"[/i] though Kazik as he jumped from his bed and spoted colonel who was like angry bull in Pamplona bull running.

-Sir. Yes. Sir

[i]"Yes! At last some action!"[/i]

- At last guys we are going to surface. I would like to know what waits us there...

Shouted Kazik as he packed all his equipment and left room.

How world looks now? What can we find there? Is there any other survivors? And what our mission will be?

These was questions that were in Kazik head when he entered Sector 1 Alpha unit 225.

- Sir reporting for duty!

[OOC: that is so short, but i need to go to work sorry :( ]

[Edited by Wyxz on Friday, July 20, 2007 12:57 AM]

[Edited by Wyxz on Friday, July 20, 2007 3:03 PM]

evilmouse
07/20/2007 8:38 AM

standing outside the the colonels door, waiting to see if he had been woken up. Brent decided to keep going and act like it never happened. As he walked back to their dorm, Brent pivoted his large rifle on his shoulder.

Slowly opening the door and quietly walking in and setting his weapons down, and putting his ammo next to his gear. Brent laid down and sighed as he quickly fell asleep.

10 minutes after falling asleep the colonel bursted in and began ranting. Brent slowly got up and started to get ready as he started yelling, when he heard the words "mission" his eyes widened and he began to move quickly. Throwing his pants on and his gear that he always kept ready incase of an emergency. After throwing his things on he ran to the ammo cabinate and began to throw the ammo hastily inside. After throwing half of the ammo inside, he turned tale and ran outside the room at full sprint.

Holding his gun at the ready and running full sprint down the halls Brent slid around turns and came to a sliding stop infront of the colonel at 0758. Standing at atention and waiting to get yelled at again for leaving his team behind. Regretting leaving them behind now, he stood there alone hoping someone will show up in less then a minuet.

" Sir Z reporting for duty sir!! "

[Edited by evilmouse on Friday, July 20, 2007 8:44 AM]

Darthwedge
07/20/2007 10:31 AM


"WAKE THE FUCK UP LADIES! Get your SORRY asses OUT of the GODDAMNED bed, and I don't mean now...I MEAN RIGHT-THE FUCK-NOW!" The Colonel charged into the barracks like a raging bull, flipping over EVERY bed and kicking open every lock box.
"I expect EACH and every one of you to report to Sector 1 Alpha unit 225...YOU GOT THAT? 225..by 0800 on the mark! This is not an exercise, you will be in full loadout and squared away! Seems we got ourselves a mission..." With that, the Colonel knoked over the munitions cabinet and smiled.
"...an' pick up this GODDAMNED mess, it's 0730!"


John opened his eyes and groaned up to a sitting position. Wait a minute, he said full loadout and it was a mission.

When the Colonel left John jumped out of his bunk. He gathered all of his equipment into his pack and slung it over his shoulder. He pulled his belt on to his waist with his sword and pistols, slung his shotgun over his shoulder, and checked to make sure he had everything.

He had all of his gear so he left the barracks and walked to sector 3. He got there with 5 minutes to spare and approached the Colonel.

"Sir, Red reporting for duty"

(OOC: Oh I can feel it, the tension is rising :))

Crix
07/20/2007 2:33 PM


"WAKE THE FUCK UP LADIES! Get your SORRY asses OUT of the GODDAMNED bed, and I don't mean now...I MEAN RIGHT-THE FUCK-NOW!" The Colonel charged into the barracks like a raging bull, flipping over EVERY bed and kicking open every lock box.
"I expect EACH and every one of you to report to Sector 1 Alpha unit 225...YOU GOT THAT? 225..by 0800 on the mark! This is not an exercise, you will be in full loadout and squared away! Seems we got ourselves a mission..." With that, the Colonel knoked over the munitions cabinet and smiled.
"...an' pick up this GODDAMNED mess, it's 0730!"


Tom hooted and hollered in the Barracks, pushing his pistol into his holster, and tucking his pant-legs into his boots. He strapped his KABAR and ASP around his waist in a black guard belt, and grabbed the carry-handle on the top of his SAW, and, as he rounded the corner out of their quarters, slung the first two legnths of linked ammo around his chest from left shoulder to right hip, and his bandolier of grenades from right shoulder to left hip. The three rocket rounds and the open end of the launcher bouncing up and down on his back, as he jogs out.

"Hell-mother yes!" He exclaims, barrel-assing around down the corridors twords sector 1 Alpha, and, just in the nick of time, stopped dead in his tracks behind the others.

"SPILLANE! Lock'd, Cock'd and Ready t' rock!" He bellowed, a bitchin' grin from ear to ear.

Tom stole a glance or two at the others, who looked neatly packed and uniform, and gave a quick look down at the mess of ammo and grenades that made up his "loadout".

"Well ain't I jus' th' walk'n time bomb eh?" He thought to himself. "More like a loud-out.."

[Edited by Crix on Friday, July 20, 2007 2:35 PM]

[Edited by Crix on Friday, July 20, 2007 2:36 PM]

TheCritch
07/20/2007 6:14 PM

Hannibal looked up into the commanders face and smiled a sadistic smile. He let out with a "Yes, sir!" and turned about heading to his quarters. He had no respect for the old fool and his verbal diarhea and nor did he put on the act that he did. He ran his tattered hands through his hair and took a deep breath, letting the air slowly seep out of his nostrils as he closed his mouth, letting his mind fade to blackness as he walked down the hall. He reached his room and opened the door and sat upon his drab and dreary cot. His mind was still descending through the darkness of his dream-like meditative state. He replayed the training simulation over and over again in his mind. The dark infinity of his psyche analyzing its every detail. His blade had struck true each time he'd let fly with any assault, his every motion was in sync with the rhythm and pulse of the thunder that was combat. Each brutal movement was carried out in the streams of his passions, his bloodlust, and his hatred. He was a river after the storm, raging and roaring, blotting out all sounds that couldn't stand to the might of its din, great surging rapids would burst forward, spraying all in white as they drown all that stood before them, his blades were cold like winter's chill and his beating heart put them aglow with undying blood-fueled passion. He was a wolf, a beast of unimaginable might. He saw all of this in his mind's eye, he saw all of this in the darkness. Oblivion crept through him and he realized that the commander hadn't insulted him out of disdain for his performance but instead because the foolish man had feared him. He would not stand for this fool much longer, perhaps soon he would be sent out on a real mission so that he might escape the confines of ill-attributed authority.

He let the darkness retreat back into his subconscious and he opened his tightly shut eyes. He stared at the steel wall and tilted his head to the side. He smiled and let his mind wander through fantasies of gore and glory as he slowly slipped into a deep sleep. Tomorrow was a new day, a new battle in a life of war within the self.

TheCritch
07/21/2007 5:36 AM

The Colonel burst into the room spewing verbal shit, kicking over every bit of furniture in sight. Hannibal had been awake for the last while now awaiting this rude awakening with great anticipation. Hannibal had overheard the Colonel and other officials in the facility talking about the mission last night. He smiled, sadism and savagery flickering in his eyes. He stood up and wrapped his callused fingers around his pack-strap, he hoisted it up over his shoulder and and scratched the back of his head. Hannibal then looked through the debris that was once his ammunition and firearms which the Colonel had seen fit to lay to rubble. He raised an eyebrow and set his mouth to one side as he watched the others collect their things, they had grins as wide as their belts and eyes that sparkled of ignorant anticipation and excitement-what fools. He began to leave the quarters and followed the well laid trail of laughter the Colonel had left behind him. The smell of cold steel and gunpowder filled his nostrils-today would be a monolith of a landmark in his military career. He would finally see the outside, he would finally see battle for the first time in years since his prison days.

[Edited by TheCritch on Saturday, July 21, 2007 5:59 AM]

darknightrei
07/22/2007 3:22 PM

"GODDAMMIT soldiers! Now I want an answer's to why'n tha fuck..YOU ALL are here so GODDAMNED EARLY and 'Fuckernight' is here so GODDAMNED LATE! Now Propop... prokock...GODDAMMIT 'KAZIK' here is a shinin' example...or at least he would be 'f he could remember...to..TIE...HIS DAMN...SHOES! I want you all in the front lean and rest and GIVE ME FIFTY GODDAMMIT! Now General Grein and General Lauremy will arrive shortly to brief you on your assignments. AT EASE soldiers, I'M going to get my GODDAMNED COFFEE!"
As the Colonel left the room, several strategic battle maps were displayed on each of the walls, inlaid into scenes of rolling tanks...flying bombers...and the greatness...of America...

[i]If only they could know...[/i] an excerpt of audio that seemed to stand out from the rest of the speeches being played over the comms.

Azrican_Republic
07/22/2007 4:18 PM

Will stumbled into the bay, knocking over a crate as he fell to the ground.
"William Kane reporting for duty s--" He squealed as he crashed to the floor, his G36C sliding along the floor as he stumbled, stopping at the Colonel's feet. Will smiled and jumped back up, kicking the knocked over crate aside.
"William Kane reporting for duty sir!" Will saluted. As the Colonel left, not bothering to notice him. Will let out a deep breath as he turned to look at all the others.
"Now what the fuck is going on?" He asked. Looking at Tommy. "You do something again Bomber-Man?"He asked. Frowning and falling into line.

Crix
07/23/2007 3:26 PM


"Now what the fuck is going on?" He asked. Looking at Tommy. "You do something again Bomber-Man?"He asked. Frowning and falling into line.



"I aint got a feckin' clue!" Tommy's face beaming with excitement, "But I got 'nuff firepower on me t'blow the whole complex outta the ground!"

"Now if they got'a pair of generals here to brief us, I think this is it boys!" Tommy exclaims, and begins shoving the man next to him with his elbows, trying to get everyone riled up and ready.

"Whos ready to kick some ass eh!?" He cheers, rattling the ammo belts wrapped around him.

evilmouse
07/23/2007 5:41 PM

laughing as Tommy got worked up over the possibility of finally getting the mission to go out. The one thing they had been training for.

" Im not sure Tommy, but what ever it is we are ready. "

Brent grins as he gently caresses his huge .50 cal rifle.

" They wont have heads when im done with them. Hahaha! "

Brent kissed his scope, an evil grin upon his face.

Azrican_Republic
07/23/2007 6:13 PM

"Damn! We'll finally get to shot something! Hell yeah Tom!" He squealed. The simple thought of feeling non-ventilated air brush his face made him smile, Though it'd be 90 plus degree's and there'd be nothing but a scorched landscape for thousands of miles, he still liked the thought.
"Wait guys...guys."He questioned. Stepping out of line and infront of his team.
"If we get the order to go out. That means that something must've happened."He said, fiddling his fingers to signify something important occurring.
"Do you think they've found another facility? With living people...with living things?"He questioned once more. Looking down the line at all the faces.
"We could be making history. Post-Apocalyptic-Nuclear-Holocaust-Scorched-Earth-History...We'd be, famous!"He smiled. Obviously his friends didn't follow his logic.
"If there's something else out there. Then that must mean that other things survived also."He explained. Moving his hands to signify something important. Though it made him look like a psycho.
"Which would then mean that somethings other then us have been living under ground for years..."William day dreamed at the thought. Fame, fortune, as for as living under ground fame and fortune went.
"Guys...we might be making history."



[Edited by Azrican_Republic on Monday, July 23, 2007 6:18 PM]

evilmouse
07/23/2007 8:36 PM

standing in line in a very firm atention.

" You can keep my fame and fortune, I just want to find a place where we can start fresh. I may not live past 45 or 50 possibly less depending on what goes on out there. But I want to make sure that all the good in this place live on. I want to make sure that our human race lives on. I lost my family in that blast, I dont want their deaths to man nothing. And since my life is so short what good will money or fame do me? I want my life to mean somthing. I dont wanna be some name plastered onto product labels. All I know is that what ever is going on out there can't be good if they are only sending us... We arent real scientists, we are just soldiers, the beat soldiers left... If they are sending us out then it can't mean pleasant things. Esspecially I'd somthing happened to the last team... "

Brent thought deeply for a second.

" I almost hope nothing loved through that, because of it did it could have been mutated... And I have never jeans of anything ever being friendly after being mutated... "

Brent broke atention to look along the line then jumped back into place.

" What do you guys think? What of now not only do we need to start a new civilazation, but what if we have to research our medicine all over again? I mean there could be some linda new mutated super virus or bacteria... I mean viruses can cacoon them selves to live through almost anything, shit they can even live through arctic freezing and bloiling water... Dont expect this to be a cake walk. I think this going to be more than mutants and shooting, we may face an unstoppable virus... I dont know about you but i cant kill a virus wiyh my gun... "

darknightrei
07/23/2007 10:16 PM

There was a loud ping from the comms. array as the outer doors into Sector 1 slid open, revealing a smiling Colonel with two in tow. "GODDAMMIT MEN! GENERALS ON DECK!"
The Colonel took his place at the head of the formation now, beaming with pride as he stood at attention and saluted, looking to the left to assure that the squad had done the same.
"At ease, men", said General Grein as he approached. "Gentlemen, I have been assured that you are the best that our elite training core has to offer. That said, this mission will not be an easy one. Each of you has been assigned under the Colonel to develop your individual skills, which, rest assured, will be needed. General Lauremy here will brief you on the details...General...."

"At approximately 0300 hours, a transmission was intercepted from an unconfirmed location. The signal was sent along a frequency pattern that is common to emergency telephones and military tranceivers. That transmission was this..." There was a low hiss that gradually became the familiar sound of static as the transmission was recalled from the audio logs and replayed.
[i]*static*...............................w...ave..ea...d......................if.....ne..an hear.................... This.........Titan..............we have reached................if anyone can hear us ple............... *silence*.............Oh my God.........*gunfire*............*shreiks*.............AHHHHHH!.......... *silence*[/i]
"We need you to go out there and find out just what in the fuck is going on. General Grein?"

"Gentlemen, your objectives are to search for any survivors inside Arizona or any of the neighboring states, collect data on the outside, and most of all to survive. You will investigate the existance of any other colonies like our own and any threats to our safety. Any and all opposition is to be neutralized immediately. You ship out in less than 30 minutes...Good luck men..."

evilmouse
07/24/2007 2:04 PM

Standing in a firm atention

" What are our rules of ingagement of we are to meet with another colony sir? And does this mossion have a time frame? "

Brent stood perfectly still not sure if he had asked a wrong question.

darknightrei
07/24/2007 3:25 PM

General Grein smiled, his skin stretching against a skull that seemed too small. The tall, lean, man was a stark contrast to General Lauremy's short stature and slight pudge. Slowly, he walked over to address the soldier who had spoken, standing before him...and slapped him sharply accross the mouth.
"You will speak when given permission boy...remember that." The General walked back to his stand and smiled even wider. "To answer your question, there is no further knowledge of other survivors aside from the transmission. As far as rules of engagement, you will all be given full, executive clearance for use of fifth freedom tactics. Gentlemen, if it moves and it isn't you it is a threat. You will ask only once for the saftey code 'Oaklahoma'...I think you understand what is to be done upon failure to respond...properly or at all...If word is not recieved of a successful mission within 30 days, we will disavow all knowledge of your existance and pull the plug. That is all, men."
With that, the Generals left the room, their footsteps echoing against the steel floor. It was assumed that the Colonel would return before they shipped out.

Azrican_Republic
07/24/2007 3:54 PM

"So if we don't respond they'll fucking leave us?"Will pondered after the General had left. Dropping out of line.
"They're going to fucking leave us? What if our Radio doesn't work?"He questioned. Looking up at the fluorescent over head lamps. He looked around the bay.
"We're going to be outside...It's going to be dangerous. We. Are really going to make history?"He wondered.
It was simply too much. William buckled and threw up onto the steel floor. Holding his stomach.
"We're getting into some deep shit."He chuckled.

Wyxz
07/24/2007 5:05 PM

- Yeh it seems that it will be hell...we don't know anything about situation outside...ehh but at least we will breath normal air...normal after nuclear war - grimly smiled Kazik.

[i]"So once again i will go to enemy territory with no information only with objective that must be completed at any cost. That brings back memories...bad memories..."[/i] thought Kazik.

- Well lets go guys. We need to check our equipment and prepare ship. - said Kazik as he leaved room.

Darthwedge
07/24/2007 7:11 PM


"At approximately 0300 hours, a transmission was intercepted from an unconfirmed location. The signal was sent along a frequency pattern that is common to emergency telephones and military tranceivers. That transmission was this..." There was a low hiss that gradually became the familiar sound of static as the transmission was recalled from the audio logs and replayed.
[i]*static*...............................w...ave..ea...d......................if.....ne..an hear.................... This.........Titan..............we have reached................if anyone can hear us ple............... *silence*.............Oh my God.........*gunfire*............*shreiks*.............AHHHHHH!.......... *silence*[/i]
"We need you to go out there and find out just what in the fuck is going on. General Grein?" "Gentlemen, your objectives are to search for any survivors inside Arizona or any of the neighboring states, collect data on the outside, and most of all to survive. You will investigate the existance of any other colonies like our own and any threats to our safety. Any and all opposition is to be neutralized immediately. You ship out in less than 30 minutes...Good luck men..."


[i]Hmm.......[/i]

"So basically they are sending us on a suicide mission, we don't know anything about anything out there, we have 30 days, and after that transmission, great danger...........Well what are we waiting for?"

John chuckled to himself and straightened himself out as he waited.


(OOC: Sorry so short, but im busy and I wanted to get one thing up quickly)

Azrican_Republic
07/24/2007 7:19 PM

Will was the ready, after his little incident back in the bay. He spent his last minutes in the barracks cleaning his rifle. He pulled back the bolt and yanked back the slide on his Mk-23.
"Ready."
William strode down the hall in full Military get up. Not just, G36C dangling from back, or Mk-23 strapped to the side of his leg, not his Glock-18 dangling from a chest holster. It was -all- on. To many he looked like a fucking terrorist walking down those halls, weapons rattling as he took strides. He barged through the door and into the bay. Garb and all.
"Tommy, you got that pack of bubble gum I let you borrow the other day?" He questioned. He needed something to chew on...

Crix
07/24/2007 9:15 PM


"Tommy, you got that pack of bubble gum I let you borrow the other day?" He questioned. He needed something to chew on...



"Tommy, you got that pack of bubble gum I let you borrow the other day?" He questioned. He needed something to chew on...

Tom blows a big 'ole bubble with his gum, and lets it pop. Then flips the pack of gun towards Will. The words of a possible one way trip visably sober Tommy up, but only for a moment. As soon as the brass walks out he slugs Will on the bicep.

"Are ye fecking motivated bitch!?" Tommy jeers, "Half an hour is too long t' wait, if ya ask me!" Tommy takes his soft cap and turns it around backwards.

"What if we find survivors, but they're all irridated and deformed.." Tommy jokes, "I can finally get m'self a girlfriend with four tits!"

Azrican_Republic
07/25/2007 3:30 PM

"Yeah yeah yeah, nice nice." Will grunted pulling a stick of gum out of the pack. Wrigley's classic, he'd been saving it since god knows when. Sliding the stick of gum into his mouth he rubbed his bicep.
"Yeah. I think I'm ready for it. We've got enough to last us thirty days. Mister Wizz Kid over there was just about to get us into Sector three, then they send us on this." Will looked over at John. "We were just about to get into Sector Three and then the pull us outside, huh John?" He laughed. Returning Tommy's slug on the arm.
"Get your ass ready guys. We're gonna' play outside." He smiled.

darknightrei
07/25/2007 5:25 PM

"WELL HOLY SHIT! You ladies actually look like a bunch'a GODDAMNED soldiers! I'm gonna assume yer squared away, all but these anyways." The Colonel reached into his pack and brought out a handful of Cuban cigars, thought to no longer exist and highly illegal. Smiling, he threw one to each of the men and bit the end off of one for himself. "Light em up Boys, we're movin' out!" With that, he pulled out a blue tipped copper rod and slashed it against the wall causing it to spark to a flame. "Antique... 1975 'Eternal Match' motherfucker runs on oil and evil...got plenty of both." As he lit his cigar, the Colonel walked to the back of the room and pressed the large, red button that had otherwise gone unnoticed. The large, metal panels of the back wall telescoped into each other to reveal a large, carrier-ship style helepad lift. "Well ladies, GET THE FUCK OVER HERE!" Not waiting to be assured that everyone heeded his call, the Colonel activated the lift, the walls began to rise and the lift shuddered...

evilmouse
07/25/2007 7:48 PM

eager to go he lit I the cigar and jumped onto the lift.

" Sir Big Z ready to go sir! "

He slid back the his chamber and loaded a round and held it at the ready as if expecting to be atacked as soon as they exited.

Azrican_Republic
07/26/2007 2:10 PM

William pulled the goggles over his eyes, flooding his vision with a shade of orange. Pulling back the bolt on his G36C he pressed it aside his shoulder.
"Ready!" He exclaimed, stepping onto the lift.

Wyxz
07/26/2007 4:45 PM

[i]"It's go time"[/i] thought Kazik and smiled.

Kazik puted his sunglasses, lighted cigar and steped on lift.

-It's Rock'n'Roll time...At last fresh air.

Darthwedge
07/26/2007 6:38 PM

"Im ready as anyone" John said confidently as he stepped onto the lift. He raised the cigar to his mouth and lit it.

Crix
07/27/2007 8:13 AM

Tommy borrows a lighter from one of the smokers, and slices the open the back end of the cigar with his KABAR. The flame flickers in front of his face as he begins to drag from the cigar, pulling the flame into the tobbacco. The sweet, rich smells of an almost completely forgotten artform fill the lift, as the squad slowly ascends into what is almost completely unknown to mankind. Tommy slings the carry-strap of the M249 over his shoulder, and clicks the slap-lock down over the ammo belt, the first round making the unmistakable [i] chu-chik [/i]as it is pulled into place. He pulls his emtpy pistol from his thigh holster, and slaps the first magazine into the grip, pushing down on the slide release, the slide slaps forward. He flicks the safety off the pistol, and re-holsters it.

Tommy looks over his grenades, one by one, taking the plastic tamper seal off the pin, leaving just the pin, and the crank, between him and destruction. Lastly, he pulls his ASP from his belt, and flicks it open with his wrist, spinning it over his wrist and testing its strength by attempting to close it by hand. Satisfied, he slams it against the steel beam of the lift, jarring it closed, and reholstering it. Ash falls from the end of the cigar, and he lets a puff of smoke out the corner of his mouth, as he ties his bandana over his forehead, and then replaces his helmet.

TheCritch
08/01/2007 7:40 AM

Hannibal only grinned. He let his mind fill with blood and glory as he walked onto the lift. His fists clenched and his eyes blazing, he was ready!

darknightrei
08/08/2007 9:10 PM

There was a droning hum from above as the lift approached the first of the triple staged air lock. The lift halted abruptly, waiting for the first of the doors to open before it began its ascent further. The lift halted again before reaching the final door...and the lights went out, immediately replaced by the auxilliary reds at the corners of the lift. Slowly, the lift began to travel up its track once more...the door, however, remained unopened.
"WHAT THE GODDAMNED HELL?! JESUS FUCKIN' CHRIST BOYS GET THAT GODDAMNED DOOR OPEN!"

Azrican_Republic
08/08/2007 9:46 PM

"The fuck?!"Will dropped the cigar from his mouth and pulled his Glock out from it's holster, pointing it up to the door.
"Guys, what the fucks going on? Guys!"Will kept his aim on the unopened door. "We need to get this door open or we'll be pancakes! And with no syrup!"Will yelled as he fired once with his glock, the round simply punching into the door and ending there.
"DAMNIT!"He yelled.

TheCritch
08/09/2007 8:55 PM

Hannibal's eyes flung wide open, as he heard the commander's words. He drew his longest knife and thrust it in the crack of the door, putting all his might into forcing it open... it wouldn't budge... They were fucked if the door didn't open... He screamed out in frustration, and tried to pull the door with his knife again... This had to work!

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