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Post by Snoe on Oct 23, 2017 4:42:06 GMT
On the east egyptian coast there was an airforce base. Kept off the books for the most part but in these days the paper trails point to all places... and there wasn’t a place one could hide from Dr Danvers and the SS program. This group had no official name, they didn’t need one nothing they did would be recorded or held accountable only the results of their missions mattered. Though in rumours spoken in the offices of spies they are known as collectors. They steal and destroy dangerous technology, often killing the minds responsible and burning any paths leading back to such dangerous things.
This rogue force uses prototype combat suits, these were among those things too dangerous for the world and they use them to protect them against themselves. That said the organizations is not non profit... The weapons tech is dismantled and repurposed for use in less bloody methods. Tonight in west Egypt they are going to work on a new missile system.
Confetti admired the facility from the roof, the soldiers running around on their searches, there were a few irregularities in their security and it was pretty tight getting in to start with. She looked up to the clear night sky smirking beneath the black metal of her helmet. “So ladies and gentlemen get to your starting positions shits about to go loco.” She chuckled her suit bringing up the detonator’s frequency.
“Can’’t believe what the Cherry did... mios dio.” Teasing the new guy over the coms. “Timers up in 20 seconds this one’s gonna be big.” Lima rolled off the roof, and landed on the tarmac into a crouched stance. The facility had a runway for cargo planes; infact one was landing in... 20 seconds. Lima’s path to the extraction led her under it as it passed, she was over the moon with the thrill of it.
Bolting forward the gaurds hadn’t seeen her yet, though it wouldn’t matter, the bombs were set and the team had done their jobs... or so she thought. The plane made contact with the pavement and was incoming fast. Lima’s muscles and the suit pushing the limit as she passed under it, attaching a magnetic bomb to the belly of the beast.
BOOM! She felt the blast of air even as she roole back into a full run toward the wall of the compound before the plane went off and the ordinance inside. Looking back over her shoulder “Tell me someone caught that on video.”
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Post by Deaths on Oct 23, 2017 7:13:51 GMT
Blood drips from his blades, the room was finally quiet, the ringing of gun shots, and screams of terror all subside until they are gone. Talon stands in the armory of this base, someone paid a lot of money on equipment and training at it all went to waste. "Objective complete, standing by for orders." He say dryly into the headset, unconcerned with the chatter on the radio. His breather mask opens up revealing his face as he looks around the room. He begins stocking up on ammo, since the guards will no longer need it. The come down of his berserker mode, is always a rough one. His stomach begins to turn and the feeling of vomiting sounds good right now.
Confetti begins to chatter as do the others, it's time for phase 2. "Acknowledged." Is his only reply as he looks out the window ready for the bomb to go off. The moment the explosion happens, he's out the door making a run towards the downed plane. Attack the remaining guards from their flank to provide cover to the rest of the team. "In position, laying cover." His voice is clear and robotic, as if he wasn't in a life and death situation. His assault rifle is picked up over the communications as he stops talking for a moment to focus. A few seconds later most of the responding guards are dead or pinned down in the crossfire. No doubt Smiles would be picking off the rest from her vantage point.
A yawn escapes his lips as he crouches into cover toe reload and asses the situation. A moment later he speaks up ignoring all the non-mission critical communication. "Requesting orders; or should I move to extraction." He waits leaning against the cement barricade, there is a bit of annoyance in his voice his mission was complete and the others were to busy having fun, they should be moving to extraction by this time. A sigh of frustration is let out slightly as he mutes his mic, Talon scans the horizon in case of counter attack.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Oct 23, 2017 8:55:55 GMT
With a slight hum of a familiar tune that she can't quite remember the name of, Smiles has been sat comfortably on top of the radar tower since the start of this mission. All staff and guards around have been executed swiftly and her gas mines keep her position secure. She has been playing spotter and Guardian Angel for this task, pointing out patrols, objectives and routes while picking off flankers with her silenced rifle from afar. Nobody that has glanced up at the Tower would take notice of the Sniper, as her suit has adapted to the two tone colours of black and grey perfectly and becoming one with the environment. There isn't even any muzzle flash or lens glare from the prototype rifle she carries. She is a ghost delivering sudden death to those unfortunate enough to walk in the direction of her teammates. Of course they need her eyes even more now, due to whatever the rookie did that compromised their presence.
Despite the urgency and stress this unwanted incident caused, Smiles remains unfazed. A side effect of the chemicals that keep her mental status in an almost permanent state of Zen so she can keep her shots steady. Her sights move over to Confetti after her spectacular detonation of the incoming cargo plane. Though her attention is on the guard moving to her flank, not her comrade's display. She doesn't bother pointing them out, instead she sends a speeding bullet through their right eye milliseconds after the crosshair is in place. She tuts into her comm. "I'm starting to think you enjoy my aid, firecracker." She says teasingly in her usual calm and casual tone. "Get to the extraction point. I have you covered." The message goes to everyone, Smiles is usually the last one there so she can keep the routes to the point as clear as possible. She begins to scan the area with the thermal vision her visor helpfully provides, making her job much easier. That humming tune still has no name, it's bugging her slightly... She knows it, she could probably sing the lyrics word for word and it would still not help with remembering the name. This pondering thought is put on hold when thermal picks up the aura of the rookie, three hostiles approaching his position. She sighs, she likes the rookie boy but he definitely needs more field experience before he can keep up with the rest... The visor retracts from the eyes with a mental command, leaving only nose and mouth covered now and revealing emerald green eye with pale porcelain skin that breaks the flawless camouflage. She finds it much easier to fire a shot off like this without the visor's enhancements getting in the way. "Cherry. Right flank." She speaks in a sing song voice as she draws out his unofficial nickname. The moment the three are on his position, two are side by side for Smiles. A single shot hits two heads. She chuckles softly to herself, it's always nice when they line themselves up... The other will be swiftly taken care of by Cherry. "Here's a theory... I think you just wanted my attention for yourself when you slipped up." She purrs with a another tease. She's been more welcoming to the young soldier when he first came aboard the organisation and helped him ease into his role... Not without relentless hazing of playful comments and taunts. He is rather easy to do that to. "You heard me before that, ja? Leave for extraction and we can all go home." She instructs while the visor returns to her vision, beginning to provide more cover fire to those who need it while picking off any guards that dare to raise their weapons. It's like hunting season for Smiles, and everybody below are the ducks.
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Post by Raz on Oct 23, 2017 12:01:47 GMT
The situation at hand was a familiar one to Rook. Midnight raids on unsuspecting targets had been his bread and butter for about six years now. The world lit up in a vibrant orange as the cargo plane detonated. The blast illuminated him and three guards who were scrambling to stop the attack. He and his Specters were nowhere near this -two of the approaching guards head's exploded like a ripe watermelon- efficient. The first guard dove for a concrete barricade when he heard the thwack of a bullet hitting flesh. He jerked his head up and looked in the direction of the radar tower. He must've thought he'd see the glint of a scope from the flames of the explosion. However his scan prevented him from catching the other barrel being leveled at him. Rook lightly squeezed the trigger and a three round burst tore into his chest with the last one punching through the thick muscle of his neck. The man fell to the ground with a gurgling cry. He didn't want to kill these men but his mission dictated he must. There was not satisfaction in killing them when they'd done no wrong aside from picking the wrong job. This new job wasn't like defending your home against invaders. It was...impersonal. Though he could hardly refuse the offer. He shook his head, now wasn't the time to think about this.
Something his Specters weren't even close to as well was just how weird this new team was. "Ah, Negative. Thanks for the assist." His brow twitched under his visor at the mention of Cherry. That had been something that she and Confetti had been calling him since he was brought on board. In truth Rook had planned on sneaking around the guards and get to the extraction site but the explosion kinda made things difficult. He'd thought the timer was longer than that. If he had to guess it was Lima that did the bit with the plane. A bit overly extravagant but it got the job done he supposed. "Our objectives are complete. Recommend we get moving to extraction site. I'll cover your approach, over." Their sniper would need to get moving soon before the remaining guards take note of her position. It doesn't take much to pin down someone once they're discovered.
He spared a glance to the team's vitals and noted that aside from increased adrenaline levels and heart rate everyone seemed alright. Well, except for Talon, he seems to be suffering from some stomach troubles. He could guess the cause but decided it would be better to check. "Talon, your vitals are showing you're not feeling well. What's the situation? Over." Rook took his position behind a set of crates and laid down suppressing fire on a few guards that were scrambling to get to one of the APCs on site. They really needed to get moving. He didn't like the idea of getting stuck in against this many hostiles. He spared another sideways glance to the teams vital's and notices that Smiles' stress is almost non existent. "You do this a lot Smiles?" He asked over coms as he peppered the tarmac near the pinned guards.
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Post by Alexodia on Oct 23, 2017 21:46:53 GMT
"Oh, she's fine and dandy, Mr. Fedir!" Dr. Spencer Danvers interjected with mirth; his childlike gin almost visible through the tone of his voice over the communicator. "She's just been taking her medication like a good girl." He added on, mischief evident in his voice.
His many unfinished inventions and mathematical theorems lying forgotten all around him and strewn about as haphazardly as takeout containers in the room of a particularly lazy student, the attention of Spencer Danvers was, for once, uniquely focused on the task in front of him; his presence in the Operating Theatre, as he liked to call it, never signified particularly good news if said presence was not previously expected from the offset. Even if it was quite a majestic sight to see several computer monitors all working at once on the same setup, each of them outlining a different necessity for this mission of theirs; schematics, security details, screens filled with computer code all working at once and expertly juggled by the hyperactive doctor behind the screens on his favourite comfy office swivel chair. Usually, his compatriots were perfectly competent on their own, excluding the times when their particular targets had decided to not leave their security wide open, as rare an occasion as that might be. No, the past few minutes hadn't filled him with a brilliant sense of comfort, given that the security system that these particular targets had in place was eating through the precautions that he had put in place, causing him to scramble to improvise more with the already alerted system.
It wasn't any huge bother for him, after all; plans were all well and good, but improvisation was where he truly shone. A good degree of danger made it all the more fun, after all, but it tended to be often that the fact of his compatriots lives being in the balance during his dances with death escaped his notice when he was truly in the zone. Loving a challenge was in his blood, after all, but right now, it was more of a challenge than he was used to. Not the worst he'd ever seen, not by a long shot, and certainly not enough to properly unnerve him. But current circumstances generated by their newest recruit had cut things a bit fine, he mused as he ceased typing on one keyboard and swiftly pushed himself over to the other keyboard and keying himself back into the communications.
"Right, bit of a problem." Dr. Danvers began speaking into his earpiece, his expression still pointedly mirthful despite the slivers of concern deliberately slipping into his voice. "Actually, it's less of a problem and more of a situation, because situations? Situations have good news and not just the nasty bad news that nobody likes. So, would you lovely people prefer the good news first or the bad news? Let's have the good news first, hmm?" he continued without giving any of them a chance to speak, his unfailingly cheery tone growing slightly more concerned as he fell into his old habit of rambling whilst a bit unnerved. "Everyone loves a bit of good news, don't they? The good news is that the extraction is only going to be a few minutes late, and only about a few hundred metres further away, which is great, isn't it? Could be a lot worse." Dr. Danvers continued, letting in a few nervous laughs before he awkwardly faltered off and snapped back into focus quicker than usual.
"The bad news is that since our lovely new recruit, who by the way, has being doing a smashing job, tripped the alarm a bit too early, the most I've been able to do is initiate the emergency lockdown for as long as possible to keep the majority of the guards inside the main compound rather than outside where you lot are. The really bad news, if you'd like to hear it, which I'm suspecting you might, is that they're nearly done overriding it and you have about ninety seconds before you're hit with a tidal wave of guards." he revealed, the politely calming voice now notably somewhat strained. "Bit of a sticky situation, I'm aware, so if you could possibly do your best to get away from where you are before you're all brutally murdered and/or tortured, that would be delightful. So, you know, hop to it." Dr. Danvers ended on a positive note, before exhaling in slight frustration through his nose and running his fingers through his long black hair and pushing it back, keeping his fringe out of his eyes as best he could before propping his elbows on the desk and resting his fingers on his temples to keep himself upright.
They'll be fine. They've got through worse. "Then again," he wondered out loud as he rested his chin in his hand, "there was that agent that was shot by a maid during an infiltration.", before shaking his head quickly to rid himself of such thoughts. "Talk about unceremonious." he added as an afterthought before his attention was turned to the security cameras once more, diving back into the action.
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Post by Shift on Oct 24, 2017 1:19:47 GMT
Seeker whistled at the sight of Firecracker's explosion. "Unfortunately not, Firecracker. I'll be sure to keep it in mind next time, though," he said, grinning as he did so. He takes a moment to look at his surroundings, muting his microphone. He had finished his objective already, so he had simply been standing by taking out hostiles that Smiles couldn't focus on. His invisibility was still on, his body invisible to the eye. A few corpses layed splattered on the ground, bullet wounds on their skin from his pistol. He scanned around him, checking for any potential flankers using his thermal vision. None. Satisfied, he turns on his microphone once more and tunes into the conversation. "We call her MJ for a reason, Rook," he says jokingly, beginning to walk to the extraction point. "Kidding, kidding," he smiles.
He listens closely as Spencer chimes in. He raises an eyebrow as he hears mention of a problem. He sighs; Spencer rarely leaves space for an actual reply to his questions, instead moving on as if he could tell what it was. "Got it, thanks for the info as always, Operater." His walk becomes more of a run, he won't have much time. "Smiles, if you've got time, how about placing down some mines at the entrances to the main compound to keep the guards occupied a little bit longer?" He asks, leaping over the occasional obstacle in his way.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Oct 24, 2017 5:48:14 GMT
Smiles chuckles to Rook's question, obviously referring to her unnatural calm. It seems the others have kinda explained it cryptically to him. Eh, it's amusing why not keep it up? "You still have much to learn, Cherry." She teases him again, not revealing her calm attitude is a result of the suit. The Sniper listens to the doctor's babbles about the situation at hand. Looks like things got a little bit complicated... But, they wouldn't be sent on these types of missions if they not good at adapting to situations. Her vantage point is no longer secure with the incoming wave of heavily armed guards and with her being the closest to the compound now, she takes Seeker's suggestion into account. "Eine sekunde..." She replies to their recon as she makes her way down the tower via the express elevator; jumping the rail. Not gone completely suicidal, a grappling wire is attached to the railing which allows her to rapid rappel down safely.
"Keep me covered." She orders into the comms and makes her way to the entrance of the guard nest as quickly as possible. The rifle is strapped onto her back as she now takes her revolver for close range. Not that many guards remain out in the open now so it is easy pickings as she loads a bullet into their skulls and chests to those who notice her approach. Her accuracy is frightening, the natural reflexes of lining up another target before the first even hit the ground would make one think if she had her eyes closed wouldn't affect the accuracy of those shots at all. Within range and guards close to the vicinity dealt with, she gets to work. Her right arm is raised to point towards the sides of the entrance. A squeeze of the small button positioned on the side of the knuckle belonging to her index finger, a launcher mounted on the forearm catapults forth a small device. It latches onto the surface it impacts, digging deep that it slightly cracks the concrete. A soft and single beep indicates it is armed and ready. She repeats this process three more times, two on each side that will explode gas into the vicinity once hostiles trigger it. The gas is highly irritable to the senses, skin and lungs. It is capable keep of severely debilitating the strongest of men. It is not too different from mustard gas combined with tear gas. Basically; you don't want to be in a cloud of this shit. "Task complete, mines are in place. Regrouping." The rare incident of speaking in actual discipline comes out, Smiles is being serious about this turn off events now. Despite being Zen, she still understands how heavy their situation for extraction is now. No more playing around. A shame really...
It doesn't take long for her to rejoin her squad. A bullet grazed her ribcage and is now bleeding nicely, but is unharmed otherwise. The standard pain suppressors keep it manageable. Not as intense as Talon's but hey, who is she to complain. She lazily smiles behind her mask towards the others as she kneels down into cover. "So flight is it?" The answer is already obvious. They're good, but not good enough to take on a full army with no tactical positioning. Not to mention ammo is low for some of them, Smiles is down to her last mag on her rifle.
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Post by Snoe on Oct 24, 2017 5:51:13 GMT
Lima was well on her way to the wall listening to the chatter with a grin. Firing off a few shots of her own as she made for the facility wall “Smiles, you know I love when you’re watching... its kinda kinky.” Adding that last part with a flirty gesture before leaping over the wall like some jungle cat. Lima was out ahead of everyone at this point “Clearing the forest patrols, and trapping the woods Talon Rook, Seeker hold the tree line for five minutes and mind your footing Doc-Op track my path and mark the spots I slow down as mined.” Lima was laying it out on the run, hunting the wispy rows of thin trunked trees for flanking patrols as the other explosives at the facility counted down.
They needed to hold the line for a few moments for Smiles to catch up, it wasn’t easy getting down from her perches and the distance she had to travel was a bit longer than the rest. A mined forest would slow the enemy long enough if Lima placed the charges in the right places.
She was fast, and this was going to be messy... Operator was not going to like this. Pulling a noise maker (flashbangs with a little extra spread like fireworks) They lit up the woods quite nicely. There were three patrols incoming and she had to disperse them a little so they fell in the right spots. Flash bangs and maiming were in order, at speed she hamstringed the first man she saw and trapped a nearby tree with proximity trigger and a nailbomb. Moving forward using the pistol this tie in place of the blade ending the rest of the squad and slowing to drop another bomb.
Operator was a bit scattered at time but right now Lima trusted him to help get everyone through this makeshift mine field despite the mewling of a few disabled soldiers. Lima got to the last patrol within range two down but the third wasn’t with them... idiot got separated after the flashbangs went off. And much to Lima’s aggravation got a shot off from behind... She was moving too fast to have spotted him on the ground... Damn clutz got lucky... or horribly unlucky considering how much he’d pissed off Confetti. Her armor held but gunshots still hurt, and the three shots in the left flank was more than enough.
Lima practically growled in pain turning on the man, and filleting him while cursing in Portugese. Dropping off the last bomb next to the mess with a huff. “Get a move on as soon as everyone’s clear... scouting ahead.” She grumbled raising her mask and spit on the corpse “Puta!” That screw up was going to leave a mark.
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Post by Deaths on Oct 24, 2017 7:33:33 GMT
"Understood, Smiles moving to rendezvous." Talon replied in his standard tone, a moment of quiet happens, and then Rook chirps up. "Acknowledged, Rook." He replies to the medics worry, showing a lack concern for himself. Taking off at a full sprint Talon darts from cover to cover, occasionally using his jump jets to evade incoming fire. He fires a few shots, his accuracy rivals Smile at medium range, with the help of his SMART link. Knocking down any enemy that gets in his way, making sure his allies can follow the trail of bodies.
Operator starts giving an update, but it becomes long winded. Talon loses focus a few times during the fire fight, a small frustration begins to grow. The very second Operator finished talking, Talon speaks up. "Operator, please keep communications to mission critical information." The last three words were almost growled through the headset, you could almost hear his teeth grinding through the mic. Talon was the last to make it to the group, Seeker, Smiles, and Rook were in position providing cover to Confetti. The group keeps up sustained fire picking off anyone who tried to peer out from cover. Things were going good even with the extraction team delayed.
Then a sea of headlights come from the distance, three Humvees each with a .50 caliber gun mounted to the top of them. Opening his mask enjoying to moment of cool air, his suit always ran a bit hot for his taste. Oh how Talon wished taste wasn't mention. He turns his head to the side and begins to vomit, stopping himself after a moment he spits once on the ground and closes his mask again. "Move to evac, I'll destroy their vehicles." His voice monotone, as he snaps his rifle to his back, the magnet on his armor clings the weapon to him. Mid stride he activates his berzerker mode once again. Muting his mic a split second before the rage sets in, with a battle cry powerful enough it could be detected on the Richter scale. His sprint speed is insane, he could out run anything in this mode. Though a casual jog was the last thing on his mind; no death, destruction, and fury were the only thing he wanted.
It was a desire, a primal instinct he was a savage beast on the hunt. Using his jump jets he launches into the air allowing his momentum to carry him to the front Humvee. The guns fire towards his direction unfortunately he was a sitting duck out in the air. He takes a direct hit to the left shoulder, his armor holds; but is damaged. Talon doesn't care, there is no pain only blood lust. The blade on his right arm connects into the chest of the gunner just below the throat, Talon lifts his victim with one arm tossing him underneath the war machine to his right. He jumps into the Humvee and ignited his wrist mounted flamethrower, the driver and his passenger scream as they die a horrible death. The vehicle swerves to the right colliding into the the third. Talon gets thrown around by the impact, but his reflexes kick in and he pulls himself up to the main gun. He unloads on the other cars making sure there were no survivors.
The timer on his berzerker mode ends, releasing the chemicals to regulate him. "Targets neutralized." He unmutes himself and surveys the area. His stomach was even worse this time, using it too much too frequently always made him feel terrible. To be honest it was the worst feeling, weakness, pain, and exhaustion just to start. The suit was the only thing keeping him together, he pulls himself out of the wreckage activating his jump jets his legs were feeling a little weak, and with his stomach churning running didn't sound great. Although rapidly accelerating and decelerating wasn't a great feeling. He catches up to the rest of his unit, it appears he was the last one there. Evac should be seconds away by now, which was good he was spent.
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Post by Raz on Oct 24, 2017 13:16:56 GMT
"Changing mag!" Rook calls over their communicators. With a fluidity that only comes from years of practice he ejects the spent magazine and slams in a fresh one. He pulls back the bolt and pops backabove his cover again. A few of the guards he had been keeping pinned had started firing on his position while one ran to the APC. A bullet whirled past his helmet as his own weapon spat another burst of lead at the man running. The first round goes wild but the second and third tear through his leg, shattering his tibia. The tarmac is splashed with blood and bone while the man does his absolute damndest to scream louder than the hail of gunfire. He gritt his teeth as rounds started plinking off of his cover. Every instinct was telling him to stay in cover until the fire abates but that would get him killed just as surely as walking into the open would. He growled furiously as he popped out of cover once more to return fire on the Egyptian guards. One of his rounds must've clipped one of the gunmen because he heard the sound of pained howling from the enemy's position. He was keeping them at arms length for now but this wasn't something he could keep up forever. His squad needed to get their asses in gear if they want to get out of here.
In the firestorm that this was becoming Rook wanted to know where everyone was. And unfortunately one of them was nowhere to be seen. "Seeker? Where the hell are you? Hurry it up or the whole base is going to come down on your head!" He shouted into the communicator. It seemed very much that Rook came alive in situations like this. Before he'd been mild mannered with members of the team but now he had no time for niceties. So when he heard Seeker chuckle and tell him Smiles' nickname Rook barked in reply, "If you have the breathe to be making jokes then you are not running fast enough. Get the lead out Seeker!" As he was fighting for his life he heard the excited chattering of the Doctor. He's not spoken to him very much during his brief time at base but he seemed tolerable at the very least. "Copy that, Ajax." He said using a different name for the Doctor. It seemed far more fitting to Rook given the Doc's role though the man's excited nature did play against that name. With his curiosity satisfied he had expected Ajax to go silent again. When he did not he grew far more alarmed. The last thing you want to hear is extended chatter from your com's officer. Especially if it takes him fifteen bloody seconds to actually tell you what the situation is. And the situation was not good from what he could decipher from the man's ramblings. "Understood Ajax. Keep us updated on how far out that evac is." More rounds leapt from the barrel of his gun as he kept the the guards suppressed. To all units he said, "We're going to have a fighting retreat on our hands. Smiles, Talon, lay down suppressing fire when you get past me. We need to keep them bottled up!"
He heard the mention of mines and looks where they intend to place them. To his surprise he sees her drop by the building itself, her revolver snapping up in a moment. The flash of her weapon each signaling the death of another enemy combatant. However he couldn't watch the display fully as he still had his own targets to worry about. He felt something inject into his spine and gasped as his combat stims began to work their magic. Without even thinking of doing it he bolts to concrete barricade closer to his foes. He seemed to glide across the ground as though he were weightless. As soon as he had reached the new position he pulled the pin from a grenade and lobbed it behind the cover his targets had taken. He saw men flee in multiple directions as the blast sent a few men tumbling away in pieces while whirling pieces of shrapnel cut into the backs of a few that were fleeing. The swift explosion shook up the rest of the guards in that area a bit too much for them to immediately lay down fire on them as Smiles came towards their position clutching a wound on her chest that was bleeding steadily. He covered her retreat and backed up with her. All the while he could hear Confetti cursing about something in Portuguese. Vitals show bruising on her abdomen, not a good sign. He escorted her back to the remainder of the squad towards the tree line. He paid the men suffering on the ground no mind as he navigated his way towards the trees. For a moment he wasn't in Egypt anymore but in Odessa, fighting the Russians. Men and women screamed at him and anyone who passed for help. He ignored them then too. The moment they were with the rest of the squad he handed Seeker his weapon. "Use it if you run out. I need to look at this." He said in short order before looking at the wound that had cut through Smiles suit. "Isn't fatal but it'll need tending to." He said more to himself than her. The rest of the squad was laying down heavy fire on the approaching guards. In the distance an explosion can be heard as the mines go off.
Rook removed his pack and took out some medical adhesive. He'd stitch her up if he had time but he unfortunately did not. This would keep her from bleeding everywhere at the very least. "Hold still." He commands as he begins to apply the adhesive. It stings like hell when it's applied. The forest is lit up while he's doing this and Talon runs off. He didn't have time to worry about that though the teammates beside him were his concern. "Ajax, where's that Evac?" He called out while Talon unleashes hell upon the new force of soldiers that was attacking them. "Sweet Marie mother of God." He murmured in astonishment and crossed himself as Talon devastated his foes. Just what was it that this suit was capable of? However he was growing more and more worried as Talon's jump jets limp their way back to the rest of the group. The moment that he's on the ground, Rook grabs him and pulls him into cover. "You're the reckless one I see." Is all he said as he jammed a needle into Talon's arm. "You just keep down until help arrives." He ordered before picking up his rifle and once again began laying down fire at the still advancing army.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Oct 24, 2017 19:51:06 GMT
Smile's visor retracts once more. it splits apart from the center vertically, then each segment moves her temples, the mouth mask does the same to reveal the sharp face of a woman with... probably the most relaxed and casual expression you could witness in the middle of skirmish. The air cools her face, those helmets and masks can be really hot when you're fully exerting yourself. It finally feels like she can breathe properly too! Man, she could use a drink after this... The big cats said this would be a straight in and out. But then again, these missions rarely ever go as smoothly as they hoped. But just once she wished it would... She even planned the rest of evening ahead of this. It is when she is in the middle of reloading her revolver when Cherry rushes towards her, mentioning the wound. She just smirks in an almost lazy fashion. "I've had worse, but how sweet of you to care." The swiss accent is very fine, it would go unnoticed by those that weren't paying attention. As the kid gets to work, she turns her head slightly to the compound while reloading. The task is as memorable as breathing now, she doesn't even need to look. Whether that's the suits enhancements or just her own little quirk is unclear. With each bullet in the chamber, she rotates the barrel for the next in a single and graceful flow. She can reload it as fast as she can draw. Her sights show the compound's door finally being cracked open. The lazy smirk turns devilish as the mines detonate. Gas explodes forward into the sea of soldiers, their reactions are immediate and can be visibly seen choking on the cocktail of chemicals. Some drop their weapons and to their knees, gasping for air only to suck more fumes into their lungs. Those that don't die from it, will be easier to shoot than a barn door.
Her attention returns to their new medic as they apply the adhesive. The pain suppressors didn't smother the stinging sensation. She merely winces slightly and turns her attention back to him. Cherry has been doing nothing but barking orders and running around like he is in a World War. Sure, this is his first mission but he should trust what the seasoned members are doing. They probably are going through those orders before he is even thinking of them. "Cherry. Chill yourself out." She instructs him once he is done patching her up. "This might look like a shitstorm for you, but to us this is our regular Tuesday morning. We got this handled. Follow our lead and keep to your role. You'll do fine." She couldn't help but add that little tease in there. Recruits are always so cute when they get so worked up in a skirmish. A flash of a crooked grin is the final thing the medic sees before the mask seals over her face again. Her suit also sews the rip back up, standard issue self mending means no tears or seams. If only her regular clothes did that. The moment the mask is back on, she leans out of cover to fire off three shots. Two in the chin and chest of one guard, one to the forehead for another. She holsters the sidearm, She will let the others deal with close range while she snipes the ones afar. It's her speciality after all. She loads her final mag into the rifle as soon as it is in her hands. 12 shots... more than enough. Resting the barrel on top of the cover, she begins picking off in the distance. There's that tune again, absent mindedly humming it once more. God, she needs to find out the name of it...
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Post by Raz on Oct 24, 2017 20:37:09 GMT
The medic does not respond at first to what the other operative was saying. To him this was only natural. Giving orders was his job up until recently. Worrying over every little thing had been his life since he'd joined the military. Since Russia went on the offensive again everything he did was for the good of his group. He had been the leader, keeping soldiers from getting themselves had been most of his job. So the very idea that he should relax sounded as insane as going swimming with a weight tied to your leg. His eyes swept from target to target. Men fell where he fired though if they were hit or if they were just diving for cover, he couldn't say. His heart was pounding hard in his chest as bullets ricocheted all around him. How would it be until those men were on top of them? Just where the hell is that bloody evac?! He gritt his teeth as his pale blue eyes jumped from a wounded man to one with a grenade in his hand. Rook's breathe caught in his throats as he jerked his barrel towards the imminent threat just as he was about to fire the man's arm snapped off at the elbow. The hand holding the grenade landed and a moment later detonated among the approaching soldiers. He didn't dare spare the glance to confirm his suspicions but he had a feeling that Smiles got him. He pulled back behind his tree and tossed away another magazine. "Last mag." He called. As he pulled back the bolt to chamber another round he looked to Smiles with his helmet covered in scratches from near misses. "Maybe its you who should take it a bit more seriously. You may keep yourself alive longer if you do." He sniped back before returning fire to the men assualting their position. That evac better be close, he'll be down to his pistol after this.
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Post by Shift on Oct 24, 2017 21:01:13 GMT
He listened to Rook's aggravated bark. "Don't worry about me. It's just my second skin. I doubt they can spot me with it." He said calmly, focusing on heading out. Of course, he had meant his invisibility. It had been on for a majority of the mission, allowing him to defend their flanks while occupied. Seeker continued his quick pace run as he headed to the tree line. "Affirmative Firecracker, moving out," he says plainly. Once there he takes position. With the grace of a dancer he pressed his fingers together, causing two small cameras to slide down his arm into his hands. He quickly slid them behind him, the cameras disappearing completely as soon as they left their storage. It was the same technology that allowed him to disappear from light. Activating them with the clock of a button, suddenly two sets of footage appeared on his HUD in the corners. This allowed him to see his flanks, making sure no one could sneak up on him. Then, he leaped into action. The familiar sight of thermal vision sppeared, showing each and very enemy near him. He noticed a squad coming in the tree line, scanning the area. He rushed at them, his feet causing not even a sound. Just before contact was made he slid on the ground, knocking them off their feet. With a whip of his hand bullets landed on each of their heads, killing them instantly. A look of terror was frozen on their faces. He hears a footstep, which, according to the camera, belonged to yet another hostile. Most likely he came to investigate the muffled screams of his comrades. A few bullets easily sorted that problem out. Taking a scan with his three sights, it appear ed no one eles was near. Those that were close were already about to be killed from Confetti and Talon.
He takes note of Smiles, with a wound, and Rook nearby. He switched his invisibility off, surprising Rook slightly. He looks at the weapon Rook handed to him, taking it as he does so. "Sure," he says, indifference in his voice. He raised the weapon up, beginning to lay down covering fire. From the corner of his eyes he ciuldbsee the effects of the mines he had suggested to be layed down. It seems it had bought some time for them, taking out much of their forces. He listened absentmindedly to Rook complaining as Seeker killed of the few who survived the mine. "Rook, it's fine . We've had dozens of missions like this. As Smiles said, this is practically every Tuesday. We survived before, we'll survive again. Promise." He smiled teasingly behind his mask, despite it being impossible to see. He picks off the rest of the soldiers that came out of the compound, struggling to avoid the remnants of the mines.
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Post by Deaths on Oct 25, 2017 3:54:26 GMT
"We're being surrounded." Talon states shifting his fire towards their left flank. "We will be overwhelmed if this continues." He reloads his rifle one last time. "Last mag." he adds with a weak sigh. He looks at Rook who's gun is almost dry, he places the weapon next to him, and speaks up."Thirty in the mag," He pauses as his plan runs through his brain one more time, mentally prepping himself.
"Bring unto me, your children. For they are blessed, with our Lord's light." He begins a soft prayer, very rarely would he do this, and never in the company of others, but desperate times call for desperate measures. "They are the redeemers." He continues having his blades extend from his wrist he turns and jumps over his cover. He charges towards the enemy. Still moving quickly, but no where near the speeds he earlier used. The enemy focuses fire on him many miss, but a few do connect. Talon had the strongest armor of the unit, it fights off most of the incoming fire. "They will not be stopped by the folly of man," His prayer continues unbroken by the bullets, until one finds his head. A perfect shot right in the middle of his forehead, it wouldn't have stopped anyone else, but not Talon.
He falls to a knee for a moment, but continues his charge his voice angrier and more confident. "They will show humanities worth," The ricochet of bullets combining with his chanting is a sight, or in this case a sound to behold. "In the eyes of our Father they will stand." He's within fifteen feet of his first victim he activates his Berzerker mode, his suit fights him. Warning signs and alarms flare, it's as if the suit is begging him not to do this. "They will stare into the darkness of this broken world." His voice is now a scream he yells towards his enemies. "They will bring our Lord's light into the darkness, and they..." His voice already loud, becomes even more powerful as his synthetic rage burns through him. "THEY SHALL KNOW NO FEAR!" He roars out, jumping into the fray his blade stabs into the skull of enemy the force of the blow crushing his the face to cave in. Before the next prey can react, Talon's blade stabs into his chest. Pulling the blade up he slices all the way from sternum to jaw. A gargle is the target's response, Talon uses his body as a human shield and pushes his way towards more.
Bullets riddle into his new fleshy shield, Talon can hear the fear in the voices of his enemies. Many of them are shaken and one more display of brutality should put them over the edge. Activating his jump jets Talon lives up to his name falling on his opponent like a bird striking a rodent in the dead of night. Releasing his hostage he jams a blade into the temple of some poor bastard. Talon's left arm swings and stabs into the opposite side of his head. There is a moments of resistance and then a pop, Talons hands are now holding a handful of brain matter and skull fragment. A bunch of screaming in a language he doesn't understand, the former brave soldiers throw down their weapons and trip over themselves in an attempt to retreat. The rage begins to fail, the sickness returns and Talon's vision goes blurry. His face feels soaked his nose bleeding all over his mouth filling his mask. Grabbing rifles, ammo, frag grenades everything he can Talon begins to pull back.
Sending all power to his jets Talon soars through the air his trajectory is perfect he'll land a few feet behind Rook. Things were looking up until a stray bullet catches him in the back of the head, he crashes hard behind his squad mates dumping the supplies at their feet he draws a pistol and positions himself towards the enemy. Before Rook can even speak up Talon has an answer. He knows that Rook knows his vitals are terrible the warning system is screaming at him trying it's best to keep him alive. "Focus on the fire fight, worry about me later." Truth be told at this point it's his suit keeping him in this fight. If an enemy gets close enough for his SMART link to target them, the computer controls his arm aims and pulls the trigger for him, treating his body like a morbid murderous marionette.
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Post by Snoe on Oct 26, 2017 5:40:37 GMT
Rook was getting a little too pushy “Clam it Cherry!” She barked. He was so going to get a talking to... well talking might not be it. Hell more than a few people wouldn’t be too pleased with that. Guess pranking the new guy back home was going to start strong.
Lima had made it to the evac point without much in way of contact , prepping the landing markers. It was when she heard Talon praying again she ground her teeth and clenched her fists"Este maldito boi sempre precisa ser resgatado!" Talon and his savior complex was again. Lima turned on her heels and returned the way she returned. It didn’t look good… though this wasn’t the first time.
Turning up her gear she made back to the tree line, making a bee line between the safe zones in her improvised minefield. The fire fight is going a little out of hand “Why aren’t any of you retreating?” Confetti rolled her eyes “Get your asses MOVING!”
Noticing the barely held together Talon she grit her teeth walking passed Rook firing into the few remaining oncoming soldiers. Triple tapping each asshole out of pure frustration, kneeling next to Talon “Fucking stubbourn ox!” She fired a grapple into his armor… he’d feel that considering the plate she latched the grapple into. Retracting the cable and hauling Talon up onto her shoulders by his crotch plate. She was smirking a little under her helmet “Come-on Cherry we’ll need cover.” Lima started toward the tree line.
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Post by Raz on Oct 26, 2017 13:34:41 GMT
Rook's crosshairs was hanging over a patch of Earth between two mounds of Earth. A moment later an Egyptian man rose out of cover and dashed across the open field towards where the rest of his friends were. A few men laid down covering fire but Rook didn't flinch away as a few rounds thwacked into his tree. Time seemed to slow as the man was halfway across the field. Rook squeezed the trigger and the man spun and fell about three fifths of the way to the next position. Rook hadn't finished him with that burst though. The man was crawling through the dirt with three holes punched through his side. Likely he'd die before he got to cover, Rook didn't find out for he ducked his head back around the tree. Over the coms he heard Confetti barking at him as Smiles had. He didn't respond, if they want to run the show, fine. They'll get no more orders from him. He set down the spent rifle down against the tree. That meant he was going to be forced to use his pistol. "I'm-eh?" He muttered as a different rifle was set beside him. Rook eyed the operative with concern. "What do you plan to do?" He asked though his only reply was the beginnings to some prayer. Rook took the weapon he was offered though he didn't say anything further to Talon. Praying to god in the middle of combat was not a good sign, for two reasons. Reasons one is that it means that they believe that they need divine help to win this fight. He watched as Talon leapt out of cover towards the hail of gunfire. Reason two is that it usually means that they're about to do something incredibly stupid. And this was so far beyond stupid that it looked closer to a thinly veiled suicide attempt. Whatever he was doing, Rook was going to give him some covering fire. "You people are insane." He stated with a sigh as he kept the men behind cover suppressed.
With tracers streaking back and forth from both sides a Revenant was released among the enemy combatants. His blades sang as they glided through helm and bone. Blood fountained in his brief yet destructive performance. The soldiers in the front were in a full route and for a moment it looked as though the firefight was over. That impression only lasted until the demon in man's clothing attempted to return to his lines. Rook saw a man take aim and was too late in stopping him from firing. The man pulled the trigger and Talon staggered in the air. All at once Rook's slowly growing faith in these extraordinary acts is crushed. It was recklessness short and simple. This team has survived on luck more than their own skill. But now wasn't the time for that. Talon landed hard behind him in a heap. With him came quite the bounty of supplies. Without hesitation Rook grabbed him and pulled him into cover with him. Rook said not a word, he gave a shallow nod and returned to the firefight. If he was aware of the consequences then he'll do what he must to keep the rest of the team alive. If his fire slackens in the face of this newly encouraged foe they'll envelope their weakened squad.
The vitals for most of the team aside from himself and Seeker were not looking good. Smiles was hurt, Confetti was hurt, Talon was on Deaths door. Oddly Rook imagined that he was going to die here. It wasn't scary so much as disappointing. He'd expected to go out fighting the Russians, to die doing something meaningful. Support was god knows how far away while the Egyptians just kept surging forward. Vaguely he wondered which of them was going to bite the bullet first. He had switched weapons again by this point. He was firing at anything that moved when he heard Confetti behind him. He didn't look back, not when Talon was pulled away and not when he was ordered to cover them. He stood and started firing as the three of them began to move back.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Oct 26, 2017 14:58:55 GMT
Bullets whiz past, the familiar recoil of the stock against her shoulder, the smell of a gunfight that her senses pick up. A familiarity for Smiles as she picks her targets carefully but quickly. She has eight shots left and the bullets in this rifle pack a more solid punch against armoured hostiles than the firearms of her squadmates. Heavier equipped men, thickly armoured adversaries. Those were her prey. The others have the footmen while she picks off the resilient. One flashes a grenade, ready to fling it over to their position... Smiles waits, wait until the moment is right... Then pulls the trigger. A bullet hits the man's forehead the moment the pin is pulled from the explosive, which now falls and bounces off the ground. The detonation takes out three more around him. Five shots now, but that one really paid off.
Then she hears it over comms, the sound of religious ramblings and babbling. "Scheisse..." she mutters with her comms still open as she watches Talon rush back in, his unhinged prayer becoming more aggressive as he fights. She would think the bastard had a bloody deathwish if she did not know him better. There's no way to pull him back now, she can only cover his flank. Three more shots are spent taking down opportunists determined to end the berserker's rampage abruptly. All of those opportunists now have holes in their temples or face. One for each of them. The chaos of battle and it's unpredictability reacts quicker than Smile's already enhanced reflexes as one lucky bastard scores a hit on Talon's head mid-jump jet. She hums, which almost verbally becomes a growl, in annoyance at the cheap shot and delivers him a swift death for that move. One shot left... She has a feeling this will be needed later incase of an emergency. One would say this when situation is an emergency. For Smiles? Eh... Another fluid motions has her sling the rifle onto her back and retrieving a submachine gun from the supply horde her injured friend managed to retrieve. She lays down suppressing fire as Confetti picks Talon up in an impractical manner... Unsurprising, knowing how she is. Smiles quickly proved her accuracy is as deadly at mid range with any weapon as it is long range with the rifle. Confetti barks another order to pull back. There will be more, there's always bloody more... If it wasn't for the chemicals keeping her stress levels down, she'd bet they would be sky high by now due to frustration. But her head remains leveled, thoughts are clear. Probably needed now that Confetti is overwhelmed by the emotion of a squadmates in critical condition. "You heard the lady. Zurückziehen! Into the trees! We've had our fun now we gotta go!" She orders through the comms and backs up the original command. Her and Rook push the rate of fire up to keep the hostiles down in cover while moving backwards. Once the rest are behind the trees, she delivers and firm and single tap on the rookie as a signal to rush in there as well. The team move deeper in wooded territory and keep a up a pace to outmatch the opposition. No doubt the enemy will deliver one final and desperate push to eliminate them now. Gotta keep moving.
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Post by Alexodia on Oct 27, 2017 0:23:13 GMT
Wincing slightly as the inevitable wave of responses hit his eardrums as he finished talking, Spencer quickly muted the communications audio and directed the responses to their own individual text-boxes. Quick and efficient, if a little impersonal. Rolling his eyes as he caught Mr. Grumpy Pants' response and letting out an undecipherable sigh at the rookie's, he had a good enough idea of what the others would say; time was a-wastin', after all, and he couldn't waste a lot of it now, as he returned his attention to the monitors. Despite his attentiveness, as soon as he caught a flash of red on Smiles' vital signs, he knew he'd wasted too much.
"Ahhh, never waste time with a hug!" Danvers noted out loud to no-one in particular as he groaned in frustration. "Metaphorical or otherwise." he added, running his hand along his face as he pushed himself over to another keyboard to release emergency anaesthetic in Smiles' suit, poised and ready to check in once again and ask her what happened before Confetti's vitals flashed red as well, a deeper and more violent red stopping him in his tracks. "No, no, no, no, no!" Dr. Danvers cursed reflexively as he pushed himself over to the other side of the monitors once more, well and truly in action as his fingers worked as fast as lightning on the keyboards, expertly juggling several monitors as once as he monitored communications, stabilised vitals as best he could, and analysed the tactical situation from his vantage point as well as praying to any deities in the sky to pull Talon out of the veritable lava pit of danger he'd just thrown himself into; during his little moments, he was fine and dandy, but it was after it had worn off that he was truly susceptible to damage, especially if it wore off in the middle of a bloody battle. Having a satellite was very handy to hack into in terms of keeping tabs on what was happening, but as far as actually doing something was concerned, he was as useless as a barrel of fish. Except if the fish had an express purpose for being there; perhaps an ecological one. Could they possibly-
-"NO!" Dr. Danvers yelled out loud, burying his head into his hands and shaking his head extremely quickly, before getting back into the action. "This is not the time, Spencer; not the time for-" he began, muttering to himself under his breath as he always did before his attention was caught by Talon's communications text box. "What is he-that...looks like..." he began, before the colour drained from his face as he realised what was about to happen. "...Praying." he finished his own thought out loud, before quickly scrambling to reactivate the audial communications, knocking over several things as he did so. "Joseph, do not-" Spencer began frantically, before screaming out in pain as he was cut off by a sudden yelling in his ear from Talon finishing his bloody prayer, instinctively knocking the earpiece off of his ear in an effort to save his eardrums before propping his fingers against his temples once more as he let out an exasperated groan, watching the monitors with a sense of fatigue as he saw Talon disappear off, making enemy dots blink out one by one as he fought like a beast down below on the battlefield. "For God's sake. Didn't even hear me" Spencer whispered to himself in disappointingly instinctive exasperation, wincing slightly as he watched Talon take out enemy after enemy before his vitals flashed a violent red once more, signalling extreme damage to his health. "And there it is." Spencer spoke up, releasing the reserves of Talon's excess anaesthesia in an effort to keep him conscious. "Why am I always right?" He groaned with a strange regret, before his personal communicator began blinking, causing Spencer to look at it for a few seconds in disbelief before his childlike grin returned in full force, picking it back up and fastening it back onto his ear as he pushed his swivel chair over to the other side of the monitor setup, ready to get back into the action as the two large dots that had steadily been barrelling towards the location of his compatriots edged ever closer by the second.
"Right, my lovelies!" Dr. Danvers announced to the squad, keying his own communications back into the rest of their communications so he could speak to them all once more. "Time for more news! This time? It's good news, this time it's very good news, because I am very clever." he continued giddily, his elation rising as he spoke and his confidence returned in a tour de force. "Enemies this populous? They'd never allow an extraction by air, they'd shoot you down in an instant so close, wouldn't they? Now normally, this means that you lovely people would be dead, but can you guess what dear old Spencer had placed nearby just in case of emergency death?" he asked rhetorically, his childlike grin almost audible through his tone as the two large dots came level with the squad and quickly came to a stop in front of them, shielding them from excess gunfire and undoubtedly alerting them to their presence. "Armoured cars!" he announced with glee as the two operatives driving the cars beeped on one of his monitors to let him know that they had arrived. "I doubt you heard them due to the gunfire and all, but that's besides the point; practically bulletproof and, and this is the best part, ready to speed you away back where they came from to the airstrip a few miles away, my dears. And that's where the extraction is, technically." Dr. Danvers continued, somewhat absentmindedly as his tone turned thoughtful and his mind began to drift away once more. "I suppose technically, this is part one of the extraction; a two part plan that's actually a one part plan that was supposed to be a two part plan. Except it isn't. Except when it-never mind." Spencer snapped himself back into action. "Right, two to one car and three to another; the forest is going to be tight, but not to worry; I'd requested the best drivers I could spare. And Natalie." He added with a charming smirk, holding off a laugh as the driver of one of the cars levelled playful (at least, hopefully playful) profanity into the earpiece.
"See, you guys knew I would come through, didn't you? Getting you guys to safety, and then flying you off back home; bada-bing, bada-boom!" Spencer continued with a laugh, at this point genuinely unsure as to whether they were actually in the cars or not. They were probably in the car; he'd been talking for quite a while, after all, and they did sound a bit urgent. "Or, for Mr. Grumpy Pants, car goes vrooom and plane goes whooosh until you're back home. Mission critical information tied up like a nice little bonnet. Easy as pie, even though pie isn't actually that easy, although I'll forgo this particular anecdote and I have been talking for a lot longer than I expected." Spencer noted as he suddenly looked at his watch and suddenly sounding rather sheepish. "Sorry about that; I do tend to get carried away, hehe. Anyway, it's likely that they'll still attempt to follow you and most likely kill you, both in vehicles and in the air, but I'm sure you can handle all of that, and apart from all of that...I'll see you all back home. I look forward to it." Dr. Danvers finished with a warm, slightly nostalgic tone as he disabled the communications once more. Sighing slightly and turning to leave, he began to push himself over to the other monitor before his eyes bulged and he shot back to the original monitor to turn the communicators back on.
"Oh, and in case any of you are still listening to me by now, which I suspect you aren't, Madison finally restocked the alcohol while you were gone, so...incentive to return, I suppose? She told me to tell you guys that it's the good stuff, which sounds rather ominous, but that's just me." Spencer added somewhat awkwardly, before deactivating the communicator and pushing his chair back to look at the bird's-eye vision provided by the satellite, smiling slightly before a thought came to him.
"They're probably still getting shot at while I was talking." He spoke out loud, his voice monotone as he let it sink in. "Maybe I really do talk too much. ...Nah." he dismissed, waving off the notion as he returned back to monitoring them all until they all arrived at relative safety. "They'll play back what I was talking about on the plane and listen to it then." Spencer assured himself, before stopping momentarily. "Some of them. Possibly." he pondered further, before shrugging nonchalantly and returning to his operations. The hard part was over. All they had to do was not bleed out on the way home.
...Actually, probably not that easy. It was them, after all.
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Post by Shift on Oct 27, 2017 1:26:07 GMT
Seeker continued his covering fire, picking off the surprisingly perseverant soldiers one by one. Bullets seared a path through the battlefield, connecting to its target with a bang. More followed in its path, killing off more hostiles. He checked his cameras periodically, checking their flanks. He switched to thermal vision for better view. As he continued his fire, he thought of how the squad's vitals were. It seemed that him, Talon and Roo- His thought was suddenly cut off by what sounded like... Praying? A pause appears in his fire, confused. He looks at Talon, and a look of realization crosses his face. He recalled Talons past as a part of a cult. Details about it were few and far in between, Talon was never one to share much about it, but he knew that. He looked at his show of carnage and brutality. "The fool..." He muttered in response, almost becoming a growl, in annoyance at his foolishness. He knew the risk of going into that state, and yet here he was. He sighed in frustration, firing off along with Smiles and Rook at Talons flanks. His ammo reserves were running low. He couldn't keep this up forever.
Seeker looked as Talon leaped over to their location, looking as if he was on Death's door. He continued his fire, motioning to Rook. "How are his vitals, Rook? We may not have time to get him up and running. I'm afraid these guys won't be waiting for us," he said. He already knew the answer. They were terrible. He'd seen him like this before. It was rare, but it was unpleasant to say the least. Confetti was giving orders to move out, unceremoniously grabbing Talon. He slowly stood up, firing off a few rounds as he backed into the tree line. As he went deeper in the trees he activated his invisibility. He placed cameras behind them as they moved inward, covering their flanks. As Seeker laid down his last camera, Operators coms went up. He tried to decipher the info from the jokes and ramblings. As impractical as his rambles, it always did bring a smile on his face. Perhaps his childish nature was rubbing off on him. Seeker perked up as he heard about the extraction. Armored cars? That sounded good. "Thanks for the info, Operator." Sure enough, the cars drove towards them, blovking the raib of bullets from hostiles. Nodding at the driver politely, he stepped into the car, sitting down in one of the seats. He listened in for a few more moments, listening to Spencer's ramblings. "Oh, is she? That's nice of her." He said. "And the good kind as well? Great." He spoke playfully.
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Post by Raz on Oct 27, 2017 12:28:20 GMT
As the team had started pulling back the fire from the tree line inevitably began to slacken despite Rook and Smiles' best efforts. The Egyptians knew their prey couldn't have much left in them. Not after their berserker went down. Bullets ripped through the underbrush sending plant matter and bits of would flying through the air. He had heard Ajax start muttering again. Rook only paid attention to the bit about the armored car extraction. The rest of the team must be getting close to them by now. Confetti, Talon, and Seeker had already pulled out of visual range. Sparks flew from his helmet as a bullet slid across the angled slope as it zoomed past leaving a ugly gouge in the metal. His finger depressed the trigger in response, sending a wave of retaliatory fire. The enemy fire waned for the moment but in the distance he could see the dreaded sight of the APCs from earlier moving their way. They needed to fall back. At that moment he felt a single tap on his shoulder, time to go.
He stood and ran with Smiles for less than a minute before he heard the steady boom of a 30mm cannon firing. Milliseconds later the of their previous position explode in a deadly shower of wooden splinters. The explosions steadily march their way towards the two fleeing operatives. One blast sends Rook sprawling to the ground. It felt like his lungs were trying to crawl out through his mouth. If he'd been any closer to the explosion it'd shred his vitals even without doing any external damage. His vision was blurry as some of his systems weren't operating as well as they could be. Sparks flash in his helmet as he places a hand on the ground before him. The blast left his ears ringing like a bell. This felt all too familiar for him. He'd been here before, in Odessa the day that the city fell. As he crawled forward he could see the bodies of the men of his unit scattered all over the park. He lay broken on the grass of Luna Park blood dripping from his nose and from a bullet wound in his abdomen. He could see the Ferris wheel blown apart by Russian explosives. He saw...All at once sound rushes back to him as his vision returns. He pushed himself up and bolted towards the armored vehicles now in sight. The chasing fire had slackened since the Egyptians had lost sight for the moment but they'd be on them in a moment if the group waits too long.
It felt like he was trying to run in a dream. The armored cars appeared as though they were miles away and that he was getting no closer. There was no way that he could make it as he staggered towards the vehicles. And yet, he did. Smiles was already inside the armoured car by the time he had got there. He leapt inside and strapped himself into his seat. They were so close to freedom.
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Post by Snoe on Oct 27, 2017 23:58:21 GMT
Doc-Op bursts onto the radio with his usual dorkable flare. “Changing things at the last minute again?” Remembering the briefing including a VTOL instead of armored cars. “If this goes sideways Doc you an me are going to have words.” Lima’s words a cross between threat and tease.
Hefting the limp form of Talon into the nearest car… not as gently as she should have but with the same results, detaching the grapple and climbing in herself “Cherry you coming?” If it wasn’t obvious the medic shoul ride with the critical Talon. “Stoneface is almost completely out.”
The car was one of those six wheel jobs so it would hold under fire… unless a gunship showed up. That was up in the air though considering that Confetti disabled six out of the seven and snuck an explosive unto the seventh it was going to be interesting to see what happened.
“Lets get moving the rest of my toys are going to go off the second they get main power up and running.” Lima warned the drivers, she wired one of the new missile warheads to the facilities powergrid with a little juryrigging… According to the missile’s schematic’s there was going to be very little of that building left.
By the time the cars were pulling away, the enemy was regrouping, choppers attempting to get airborne discovering some wouldn’t start, the fuel tanks punctured, ignition destroyed or even a propeller missing. Lima enjoyed breaking things in new and subtle ways; one of them managed up but the faulty stabilizer sent it spinning. The working gunnship rose and aimed for the retreating cars “Don’t look directly into the flash lady and gentlemen.” Confetti blew the charge and the flourish of flame and wreckage shuddered the very air.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Oct 28, 2017 11:30:21 GMT
The doc's words make their way to Smile's comms about word of an extraction. Armoured cars. She is not bothered whether it is on land or air, they're getting out of this shitstorm finally. "And what's why you're my little star." Elena purrs to him in an obviously flirty, teasing tone. She means nothing by it, but the doctor is extremely easy to fluster if the words don't completely go over his head. It's the most adorable and cute thing she has witnessed and has never stopped doing it since near four years ago. He still has the same reaction he does now to most as he does back then. But she can tease him later, when their survival is assured. As she and Rook run, the APCs blast their previous position into showering debris which they would most likely contribute where they in that position, but they were in range for that thundering sound to hit them like a freight train. Her suit's senses counters the ear ringing quickly and her vision fuzzes for a moment before returning to normal. Rook unfortunately, does not have that feature for his suit it seems as he hits the ground. Smiles immediately comes to his side and pulls him back to his feet to begin running through hellfire all over again "You can have a nap in the car, Cherry. Let's go!"
Turning through the trees, the Sniper sees her squad beginning to pile into the cars. Smiles is in there like a flash of movement and as soon as Rook finds a seat, she gives a signal to get the fuck moving. The car's engine roars as their wheels throw up stone and dirt into the air before riding away from the gunfire, bullets creates sparks as they ricochet from their thick steel. Seems they are home free!... Except for the pursuing gunships. Many were disabled by Confetti as expected while she blew the one that got into the air. One thing she failed in however, was the one that was missed. She guessed this one must have been housed inside the area rook raised the alarm. It looked different from the others, experimental with powerful ordinance, more flexible yet tough armour and twin propellers. The metal beast looks like it can tear these cars in half with just a burst of ballistic fire, let alone flatten a full convoy. She knew she would need this bullet. Time to take out the last objective...
Smiles pulls herself halfway out of the window and positions herself to sit on the window. "Hold my waist, will you?" She asks whoever has been sitting near her, she didn't really pay attention who after seeing the flying tanks. "Operator. You might wanna witness this one..." She mutters into the comm with a smirk as she takes aim with her rifle, bullet loaded into the chamber. The visor retracts and a green eye stares into the scope, seeing an unblocked path to the cockpit. The gunship is getting closer, too close to comfort and it's clear it is priming their weaponry. It's faster than the standard chopper, time to take the shot then... "Auf wiedersehen." She speaks in a sing song voice before pulling the trigger. At first, it looks like the bullet didn't even hit. Closer inspection shows that the bulletproof glass of the cockpit was no match for the high powered round, as it is now splattered from the inside with a deep red. The twin propellers can be heard slowing down with the pilot no longer alive to control them. It begins to spin chaotically in the air and descending quickly. The impact into the ground a visible distance from the fleeing extraction is spectacular. Metal carcass bends and crushes like tin foil from the momentum of the fall and smashing into the hard surface, a propeller flings like a blade of death into the direction of the cars but not far enough to reach them. The best was this ordinance was highly explosive and reacts to the crash. A bright flash of flames and a thundering boom hits all senses, Smile's visor closes in reflex to protect her eyes but she grinning like a maniac behind it. She sits back in the car with her rifle is held between her legs, barrel posting upwards. The visor and mouth cover retracted and shows a very proud Sniper. Scoring a headshot on the pilot of a prototype gunship moving at high speed, while shooting from a moving vehicle herself? Yeah that is clearly going to be the kill of mission, it has to beat even Talon tearing those enemy cars apart. "Well that is what I call a success." She says cheerfully to those sharing the car with her.
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Post by Raz on Oct 28, 2017 12:38:35 GMT
Rook was strapped into his seat to keep him from falling as they zoomed over bumpy terrain. His helmet was spitting sparks every so often from the bullet that scored a hit. He pulled it off and set it on the seat next to him. The medic's face was streaked with sweat. A thin stream of blood ran down from his nose from when he'd been thrown to the ground. His ribs ached like he'd been kicked by a mule. It was hard to get in a good breathe of air. But according to his helmet a few moments ago he didn't have any broken ribs which was promising. Beyond the physical pain it was that flash of remembrance that had shook him more than the actual explosion. He thought he was beyond them by now but...wham! He's jerked out of his thoughts as Confetti's fist snaps his head back hard enough to bounce it off the wall. He looked at her first with incredulity as he rubbed the back of his head. What was that about? With nothing immediately forthcoming he decided she must just be the carebear of the group. Instead of glaring at her or saying something that would inevitably come back to bite him like she probably wanted he just looked at her with cold indifference. If she had been expecting to get a rise out of him she'll be sorely disappointed.
Outside of the vehicle he hears the familiar boom of Smiles' rifle followed by an ear rending explosion about thirty seconds later. He didn't see what it was she shot but he can imagine the results from the explosion. Rook waited about five minutes before I strapping himself as he looked over Talon. The thing he was most worried about was that there was some kind of fracture to Talon's skull. If that was then taking off the helmet could kill him as it could be all that keeping his brains in his head. He'd seen that happen once before during his brief time on the frontline. He had removed a man's helmet after he'd been struck with falling rubble and the contents of his head spilled out onto the ground. Luckily in this instance there did not seem to be anything so serious. Without a doubt Talon had a severe concussion and a few broken ribs just from knowing about his injuries. He'll have heavy bruises in an hour or two but there doesn't seem to be any internal bleeding which set him at ease. The only thing to monitor is Talon's brain. If it starts to swell from the impact then the situation will look far worse than it had. Otherwise he should be fine. As a side note he removed the grappling hook from his crotch. This Confetti was a cruel woman if her actions on the battlefield didn't indicate it then this certainly did. It is rather mean spirited of her given how Talon may have very well saved all of their lives. He gives the man a pat on the shoulder, "Good work out there." Is all he says before moving back to his own seat.
Aside from that brief congratulations he said not a word during the ride. He hadn't said much after Confetti rebuked him in battle either. But her treatment of him wasn't what held his tongue. His mind was far away at the moment. He was in Odessa. He was watching the devastation over and over again as the Russians invaded without mercy. He had fought the first battle with primarily Ukrainians but a few troops from NATO had been stationed with him alone the border. When the battle started the bulk of the NATO troops were ordered to retreat. The few who disobeyed fought bravely with him. It didn't matter in the end though. Just like it didn't matter for Gregor. That name stung when it came up. Time had dulled the sting but he still felt it. Just as he did for all those he's served with. The ride to the airport felt as though it were stretching an eternity.
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Post by Deaths on Oct 29, 2017 2:18:52 GMT
Talon falls to a knee for a moment something had collided with his crotch plate, knocking him down a bit. In the time it took him to recover Confetti had already hoisted him over her shoulders. Nauseous, weak, and overall exhausted Talon doesn't protest. Opening his mask for a moment to let some of the blood out, Talon lets out an annoyed sigh. "Operator..." His voice unsteady, like an old man telling his family his last words; he speaks with purpose even though it was a frail purpose. "Please, use...communications for....mission critical information only."
The vehicles arrive and the team begins their escape, all Talon can do is stay awake. Rook begins to look him over, telling him things Talon already knows. He's concussed, ribs broken, and bruised all over. Everything sounds normal, he'll be good to go in a month at the most. Hearing his diagnosis relaxes Talon a bit, maybe even too much he's struggling to keep his eye open. He pulls his helmet off his bloody nose has finally slowed, his heartbeat seems to have regulated as well. Closing his eyes he feels his body slump up against another.
A loud noise awakens him he looks around as his scenery has changed. He was laying on his back looking up at the inside one of their gunships. They were in the back of the massive transport ship it seems they even brought the cars with them. The rest of the team was sitting around talking about other things, Talon has a hard time understanding what is being said as a slight ringing in his ears slowly gets louder. He looks up and realizes his head is in Confetti's lap, he'd wondered how long he was out. Before he could respond the pilots speak up over the intercom, and announce they were about to land.
Landing was very smooth as always, the support staff are right outside waiting to accept the team. Talon sits up giving Confetti a look, a mix of 'thank you' and 'I'm sorry'. She's yelled at him before for unnecessary heroics, though in his mind they were necessary. The team was being split up a bit, Talon was to report to medical for an examination, while the others were to go to debrief. With a nod he was off, walking the halls of this place they call home. He strips down and proceeds to be tested and prodded by the nursing staff. Their diagnoses was slightly better than his own, he should be cleared at around two weeks provided his head trauma didn't worsen. Now he had to wait in medical for the second wave of testings, he was after all a multi-million dollar burden. They just weren't going to let him die from an easily predictable hemorrhage.
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Post by Raz on Oct 29, 2017 20:56:25 GMT
Once Talon had been tended to Rook was content to just wait in silence until they reached their destination. Beyond the incident with the gunship that Smiles shot down the ride was uneventful. The team was transferred onto a gunship that took them out to sea. It was one of the newer ones that he'd seen in use. A J-73 Stork , designed to transport personnel, equipment, and even armoured vehicles into battle. The Stork had been painted all black with no insignia or markings on it. He had been used to seeing red stars with gold trim painted on the sides of these birds. The Russians were found of them. So fond of them in fact that he couldn't help but critically damage a few of them. Now that he was riding in one he couldn't help but find himself begrudgingly fond of it as well. The ride was smooth and rather quick. The hybrid design of the propulsion system made short work of burning through the distance between them and the boat offshore. It wasn't until the Stork was a mile or two off shore that he found himself releasing the pent up breathe he'd been holding. His shoulders slumped and he felt the adrenaline finally fade from his system. By his old standards that mission was a shit show. Had they not been lucky this Stork would not be returning with anyone but the extraction unit. That superhero stuff that Talon had pulled felt unreal. When you do stuff like that in combat they send you home in a pine box or worse they'll pile what's left of you under some stones with a helmet on top. He'd seen kids get angry like that during the first few days of the war. "They think they can take on anything, that they're untouchable. They try to be heroes in a desperate situation and only end up making things worse. Though..." he spared a glance to Talon's unconscious form, "Seemed to work out for him. How many times can we expect that though?" He thought to himself.
Rook didn't feel like chatting very much on the flight back, preferring to just stare out the window at the ocean outside, stretching far and away. The dark waters had always interested him but even more so were the creatures beneath inky surface that sparked his imagination. For not the first time he wished he'd been born a century before when the waters of the Earth held even more of those beautiful creatures. Had this war not occurred he would've liked to study them. But no had asked what he'd like to do when they passed a law of mandatory enlistment. Just as the Russians hadn't asked what he'd have liked to do when they declared their infernal war. Rook was too lost in the waves below to follow the conversation going on with the others. He held his damaged helmet in the crook of his arm and sighed sadly as the ship appeared in the distance. In a different life maybe these things could've gone differently but this was his life and the only one he was going to get. His brief respite from the chaos going on would soon be over as doctors poke and prod him just as officers will do for answers in the debriefing. He sighed and stood up as the Stork landed. The doors opened up and the crew all steadily filed outside to the medical ward.
Just as he expected the doctors didn't tell him much more than he'd told them. He has a bruised sternum, a few other minor bruises as well as a cut along his cheek from the near miss. It was hardly deep enough to even warrant much worry. They added a bit of medical adhesive and put a bandage over it. Overall it was quick and soon enough he was ushered to the showers. He moved over to one of the corner showers and began to undress. His short sandy blonde was sticking up from being stuck in a helmet for most of the day. Showers with hot running water were a luxury they often couldn't afford in Odessa. While he had bathed regularly it often involved lukewarm at best or ice water at worst. He placed his sweaty clothes and armour on the bench by the lockers. He picked out a white folded towel and turned on the water.. Immediately a torrent of cold but quickly warming water came surging forth from the shower head. The cold water was a shock to his system at first but the warm water helped him relax a bit more now that they were finally safe. From what he could tell some of the others had finished up their exams and were filling into the showers too. He made very certain not to look their way as they undressed. This wasn't about being mad at Confetti he just...didn't want to look. That would result in a situation he'd be much happier with avoiding.
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Post by Snoe on Oct 30, 2017 1:50:56 GMT
Lima was a bit frustrated with how thing turned out, and MAY have jumped the gun a little in feeding Rook a knuckle sandwitch the second she had a clean shot. Talon was out cold so there wasn’t much by way of berating him for being stupid until he got looked after. All said and done it was a long quiet ride in the chopper after that, but that was the standard course for these missions. Coming down off of a combat high wasn’t usually filled with hoots and hollars.
Nothing went awry with the transport transfer, that was nice for a change; although she’d hae much prefered a direct air extraction. So many things can go wrong on the ground. She removed her helmet, her caramel complexion marred only by the subtlest of burns scars but aside from that Lima was much more pleasant to look at than to put up with... some days.
Shoulder length hair, dark with hints of purple in its shine. She liked the feeling of the sea breeze on her fae as they finally touched down on the ship. Home sweet home, everyone bustling like every return mission home. The deck crew run by Skoly a surly little irishman; rushing the boys to get the chopper taken care of. A motley little band dressed in worn brown-grey coveralls each sporting their own accents and styles... typical gear heads Skoly and his crew were in charge of all vehicle maintenance and ship repairs.
Next came those men and women in white and red; impeccably clean and precise. This was a the med-team run be Dr. Eileen Wolh, an icy woman by most standards, not sure if she was German or Polish but either way it was hard to understand her through that thick accent. Aside from that she was an amazing battlefield surgeon and supported by a great team, all adhereing to the Doctors exceedingly high standards and professionalism. They hauled Talon off quickly enough and the good Doctor made it clear that everyone was going to get the full once over.
It was a short walk to the locker room, a glorified waiting room and communal shower. The team could set their weapons and gear in this room and the Quarter master Felps would be through to perform maintenance... though some of the team had to make it clear to the little gun-nut not to fuck with their weapons. There was this Sniper back in the day that almost shot the twerp for changing out his ‘lucky scope’ because of a cracked lens.
Lima peeled out of her armor with a groan and grit teeth. The pain in her side making her hiss as the second skin receeded across her tattoo’ed back and into her flesh. Bruising on her side more than a little evident, but considering triage protocols she was likely third on the list, Talon and Smiles being the more urgent cases. “Mios dio!” She cursed clad in not but a sheen of sweat “Gonna need a massage tonight... you up for that MJ?” Teasing her teammate with a wink, before grabbing a towel and her soaps. Lima was strong for a woman, and it showed in her form.
Cherry being awfully quiet, Lima looked himm up and down for the first time, winding up her towel Walking passed him and making with a wolf whistle and following with a little snap of the towel on that pretty little backside of their newest member. Starting her shower right next to him “Nice ass Cherry.” She grinned over at him “I decked you for being an idiot.” She admitted plainly “Gotta trust us to do our jobs, and you can’t be setting off alarms pendejo.”
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Post by Raz on Oct 30, 2017 2:49:20 GMT
The hot water and suds felt like they were cleansing more than just the rigors from the Ukrainian. He was tired and he didn't wish to make his brain focus on anymore subjects of intense importance for at least the next few minutes. He did his best to ignore the people walking inside the shower and getting naked. He closed his eyes and tilted his head up so the warm waters pattered against his face before flowing down his neck. He scrubbed the soapy shampoo into his sandy blonde hair until their was a nice lathered up feeling beneath his fingertips. His mind was drifting off to happy thoughts of sleeping in his new comfy bed that he'd gotten with this new job. Some men have trouble adjusting from the rough living of the underground and the soft living of other military stations in comparison, not him though. He took these new luxuries in stride like gifts from God. A small smile showed on his face as he thought about it. Artyom was a handsome by most standards. His upper body was well defined from years of military training. His usually clean shaved chin was starting to show the five o'clock shadow that Artyom hated. His mind was blessedly drifting from today's events to some happier thoughts at the same time though he had to keep his thoughts away from the happiest of thoughts. Otherwise the situation was going to get far more uncomfortable. It was at this point when he had almost forgotten completely about the day's events that he heard a whistle behind him. He frowned before feeling the sharp sting of a towel cracking against his backside.
The reaction was immediate. He yelped and jerked his head towards whoever it was that had done that to him. As he expected there stood that Witch Confetti. Why couldn't she have gotten the lights knocked out of her instead of that Talon fellow? At least he was quiet. His anger was what had kept him from turning beat red at the compliment she'd given him. He glared murder at her before sharply turning his gaze from her. Though this was only half because he was mad. Staring at a naked woman beside him would likely make a certain something stand at attention which be very bad at this particular moment. Why she had decided to inflict herself on him this evening he couldn't say. All he knew was that he wished she hadn't. Well there goes his moment of peace it seemed. "Does that mean I get to deck you for being a bitch?" He growled in response. "I trusted you to do your job. Blow things up. I trusted each of you to do your jobs. Your job isn't to keep your team alive though, it's mine." He sighed, "Almost failed in that regard." No orders were given to him or his comrades by Confetti or anyone else. His orders were not the incorrect ones to give in that situation it was solely because he had given them. Trusting that your men always know what to do is the recipe for disaster. However, this new information about him tripping the alarm bothered him, like a lance through his confidence. He pushed it down, thoughts for later he decided. "Too reckless." He said with a sigh as he washed the shampoo from his hair.
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Post by Snoe on Oct 30, 2017 3:32:23 GMT
Lima smirked ever so slightly at Rook's reaction and let him speak his peace, guy didn't know about the alarm from the looks of it. "If I deserve it, take a swing Cherry." Lima said pointedly lathering up "Its Day One Rook, take it easy; failing means we're all dead, being pissed off is a luxury of the living you did fine; none of this self pity shit." She wasn't pissed off anymore nudging her new squadmate with a hip bump "If you wanna balm that wounded pride meet me in the gym we'll spar it out." It was an honest offer "Seriously nice ass though." She whispered in his ear before finishing up her shower.
"I'm gonna go slap Talon around." Lima finished drying off and pulled a pair of panties up over her well defined thighs letting the towel hang around her neck and draped over her chest as a meager means of cover as she wasted time before her own exam commenced. Sticking her feet into some of the available flip flops the Doctor provided; these floors being unbearably cold some times. Lima found her way into the treatment room dressed as she was, and despite a nurses indignation "Look, I'm not putting all those clothes on only to have to take them off when its my turn so fuck off I'm visiting Talon."
Brushing the little woman off Lima found her way to Talon's bedside "Hey martyr, how's the family set... bruised I hope." Pointing between his legs with a dirty smirk. "If you're such a masochist just let me tie you up in the off hours 'monería' I've got handcuffs and everything." She teased standing at his bed side "How's the melon? get some sense knocked into you yet?"
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Oct 30, 2017 7:18:24 GMT
Smiles was quiet after the little stunt of shooting down a whole gunship with one bullet. Pain suppressors only did so much and her wound kinda hurts so she just wills herself through it and manages to hold herself back from complaining at all, not even a groan of discomfort. Upon riding in the whirly bird back to Base, she removes her helmet finally. It reveals a pale skinned, sharp face of a woman that looks far too relaxed. That's just how she usually looks. Her short, pixie cut style hair shines purple and green eyes only open for a few seconds before closing again as the Sniper enters a semi-meditative state to rest. Inside a mission she is Smiles. But now, she is Elena and Elena needs a moment of peace like this. She remains like this for their trip back, in no mood for chatting idly.
Upon landing, Elena does a playful little wave and smile to one of Skoly's men. She is aware that the guy has a crush on the team's Sniper, so his reaction was almost immediately and waves back with a goofy smile. His abandonment receives a yell from Skoly to quit fucking around and get on with the job, blatantly calling out 'he can try to fuck MJ when he's less busy.' This makes her chuckle as the mechanic blushes hard and sheepishly gets on with his job while getting the usual banter from his co-workers. MJ, short for Mary Jane. It's a nickname of Elena given by the whole Base, because if you didn't know her well then you would think her permanent calm and laidback attitude is a result of being high, despite numerous drug tests show she is clear of foreign substances. She took it with pride, it's still pretty funny to her even now.
As expected, Talon was whisked away by the Doc and her team. Elena could swear she must be German, the accent is distinct and has a slightly similar tone to Smile's significantly more faint accent. Then again, her assumption is not 100% certain as there is a small crack of 'what if'. The doc makes it clear the Sniper will be one of the first to get a check up due to that bullet graze. Elena just shrugs with a lazy smile and follows along, handing over her armaments which will be getting a once over maintenence. Elena is... wary of the quartermaster, as he is with her. She knows of the incident with another sniper and the whole scope drama and while the woman would never freak out over something like that, she's very protective over her rifle. It's a one of a kind and would be upset to see it uncared for. The quartermaster, because Elena is another sniper and looks like he expects the same outburst from her. Nonetheless, she trusts him to do his job. The fix up of the wound is swift thanks to some very advanced medical equipment, which pretty much reconstructs the loss skin and flesh artifically. The doc assured that even Elena's boyfriend wouldn't know the difference, to which she denies immediately. Relationships are too much hassle for her line of work...
After the medical nonsense and reminded of the check up after showers, Elena heads exactly to that destination. She strips down naked and not caring who is watching or ogling. She is like Lima in that regard, very little shame and confident in her own skin. Her athletic body bears only a few scars from bullets and blades but not as many as the others. The pros to being a long range combatant, she muses. The most distinguishable mark is a tattoo on her left bicep. It's her old unit in the military before joining the black ops all those years ago. Fond memories, and bad ones too. All learning experiences where that deadeye originated from. Then comes the expected flirty comment from Lima, that is much more tame this time, which she responds with an equally flirty smile. "As much as I would love to, Jo might get jealous... Or finally pop a boner at the sight." The back and forth flirts between the two makes the whole Base think the two are sexually involved. This just amuses Elena and encouraged the flirting. She's as straight as they come, but how quickly people are to come up with rumours of just ridiculous as it is fascinating... As the two women wash under the warm water (separately), Lima takes it upon herself to invoke a response from the Cherry, who has been quiet and avoiding looking at anybody since he came in, in her usual fashion; a towel whip on the ass. While Cherry's response to this is hostile, the Brazilian woman is jus teasing towards him. So the other woman decides to take advantage of the situation and look herself. She had to agree that the recruit did have a nice ass... A nice everything actually. Once their little bicker was over, the rookie catches Elena in the act of checking him out. She doesn't react in the normal way one does when they are caught checking out somebody's naked form. Instead, she just smirks like a mischievous imp would and concentrates on her own shower again. The act of bathing never felt so good as it would back home. You just shower every day as routine. Here, you might on a mission for days or even weeks and a shower is a reward in itself when home. The water running down your skin, steam radiating from the heat and the feeling of the stress being cleansed from your system. It's bliss. "You did fine." The Swiss woman speaks up eventually, tired of seeing him mentally beat himself. "Every mission we take is high risk, so everybody making it back means you did your job. Not bad for your first suicide run, Cherry." She teases the last line, embellishing it slightly before speaking in German the next sentence. "For victory and glory." An old saying in the military, Germans and the Swiss bloody love their 'justice crusader' cliché. Elena can't really talk. She sees the appeal in it.
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Post by Deaths on Oct 30, 2017 8:47:07 GMT
"Please don't antagonize the support staff, Confetti." Talon speaks up from his bed in a pleading manner. "They are part of the team as well." He continues as Lima stood over him. Talon usually refered to his teammates by their codenames it made not getting too attached easier, at least he'd like to think that. Seeing Lima in all of her glory was something he was used to maybe more than the others. Reminiscing on a few post mission 'glad we aren't dead fucks', Talon was not bothered by her lack of dress.
"The grappling hook was unnecessary, even for you." He comments remembering her less than spectacular rescue. "I'm fine though a few staples and a couple of weeks of light rehab and I'll be ok. They'll dismiss me from medical later today, provided I don't have any serious brain damage or a seizure." His tone is very matter-of-factl, as if he was reading straight from the doctors paper work. "Since I'm the only one here I'm guessing no one else got injured?"
He sighs looking around the room doing his best to avoid eye contact, he felt a lecture or a smack coming on for his non-existent 'savior complex. Talon wasn't a savior he was just doing his job, the others can't handle the kind of abuse he can so it is his responsibility to make those risky maneuvers. "Tell you the truth though I don't remember much, I remember Rook setting off the alarm." He begins recounting the night in his head trying to see where he went wrong. "Completing my objective early and waiting for the others, Operators ramblings, Smiles and the others were surrounded. I saw an opportunity to take an advantage." One little side effect of his berzerker mode is temporary short term memory lose, but once those memories return Talon can view them again as if they were movies playing in his head.
"Needed ammo, charged the enemy, made my attacks as gruesome as possible in an attempt to break their ranks." He continues justifying his decisions that his drug addled mind made. "This one guy, I head his skull in my hand and this look he gave me. It was like he was trying to tell me he's sorry he didn't want to be there. He just wanted to go home." He pauses the curse of recollection distracting him. "I could tell he would never do anything like this again, he would get a normal job and stay out of trouble. I smashed his skull like a can just to scare his friends." There is no remorse in Talon's voice, no sadness or regret these were just a musing he had while his body waged war.
"I field stripped what I could, and jumped back to the squad..." An angry expression slowly forms on his face a detail he missed during the fight. "There was a kid maybe fifteen standing to the side, to shaken by fear to run with the others. On my way back he gathered his nerve and shot me in the back of the head." It becomes clear his anger is at himself rather his attacker. "I should have killed him when he didn't run instead I ended my rage early. What a stupid move I put this whole mission at risk." He sits in silence looking at Lima's face though he was so far into his own head he wouldn't have noticed if she was screaming at him. "I need to ignore those sensors I still had a few more minutes before the chemicals were life threatening. I could have killed a few more targets and made our escape easier." He snaps back to reality now realizing he's been staring at his crazed bombshell for some time.
Her skin was a little more tan than his he rubs his hand over his face where the blood goatee from earlier sat was now a clean shaven face. Luckily he just had his head buzzed making it easier for the doctors to work on his scalp. He grew tired of hos black hair and thought removing it was the easiest option. "I apologize for risking the mission, I'll request reprimand during debrief for making such rookie mistakes." Punishment was a part of his life for nearly half of it. The nights spent standing up outside in the cold barefoot, while holding buckets full of water with outstretched arms, to the reading of bible verses and being forced to recite them perfectly. One slip up and you were made to kneel on the ground covered in rice while handing writing the verse a hundred times. Even just the occasional beating were standard for him. It wasn't a masochistic thing like Lima jokingly suggested, he took no pleasure in it. This was just how it must be error must be corrected, that's how the world works.
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