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 Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 12:29 pm
"Ah widnae put the FNGs down tae quickly lad, they had tae be chosen for a reason aye?" Seamus shouted as he lumbered towards his AFV. Second squad were going to be having the "fun" job of rushing the gates, so Seamus' Sergeant had him detailing some of the new lads to cleaning weapons and quick maintenance on the vehicle. He had to admit that they'd snapped to it with all the professionalism he'd expect of veterans. Happy with what his boys were up to he joined Anderson, Carlos and York by their AFV.
"Been a fair while yeh scuggans! Hule'ya been?" Seamus was already prepared for the upcoming raid. He'd stripped his webbing down to ammo pouches and water bottle his sword was strapped across his back, and he'd decided to go with the AK 47 instead of the Nagant. He sparked up a cigarette and took a good look at his old team mates They'd hardly changed at all.
"Wha's the reckonin' on an easy time o' it?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2009 5:33 am
Pokigrom, Suriname
01 November 2009
00 hours: 16 minutes: 54 seconds (Corporal Sanchez Mission Clock)
Carlos watched the crowd huddle forward before dispersing. When there was room Carlos took his chance to glance at the map. His route would take him through the overgrown fence where he'd be required to check the locals' lodgings for any hostiles. After hearing the briefing he had wished to be on the AFV run, but the Colonel had his own plan.
Carlos turned towards a Templar as he aproached Anderson and him. "Kyle, Carlos, looks like we're the babysitters, eh? After all, someone is going to have to clean up the mess when the rookies completely botch this operation." he said in a joking manner. Carlos failed to hide the confused look on his face. York had been relatively new before the Latrocinium fisrt disbanded, operating in only one campaign with the Templars. In all sense of the word, Carlos thought of York as a rookie as well. In fact, he had to resist the urge to pat him on the head when he said, "Give them a fair shot. We did for you." Carlos decided to leave it at that and turned to grab his kit for the following mission.
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Alucard von Dracali Captain
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Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2009 4:35 pm
Kyle made a mental note of where his location would be before turning his attention back to the group that had started forming around them. He got his bearing just in tie to hear Freeman back a comment about babysitting. Kyle wasn't going to say anything as he knew he and Carlos were on the same page due to Carlos' obvious expression after the statement. Luckily, the situation didn't become too awkward as Carlos responded with, "Give them a fair shot. We did for you."
With that Kyle slowly smiled and laughed softly before something else caught his attention. At that moment, Seamus walked up and started speaking, but Anderson had already moved on to something else so he just spoke back, "Another day in paradise, Seamus. Just another day." A handful of Privates were staring at him from a few feet away. He glanced over at them before realizing that they were, in fact, his squad. He slowly strutted over before asking, "Anderson's Fireteam?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2009 12:18 am
Seamus grunted at Anderson's reply and nodded. No plan survived contact with the enemy after all. So, he was going to make damn sure that no enemy survived contact with his squad. Seamus moved back over to where his squadmates were finishing up their rapid cleaning and maintenance. With no sign of Sergeant Hartfield or the other Lance-Jack Seamus decided to give them his own brand of pep-talk.
"RIGHT! 2nd Squad, round me yeh scuggans!" The squad gathered round without a word. Seamus noticed with appreciation that the Corporal, despite being a higher rank, obeyed the order with no sign of annoyance.
"Now lads an' lasses. Yeh a' heard the briefin', we're gonnae be the loud noise in this wee escapade. Now while this does mean we get the AFV, it a'so means we get the most fire. Now, ah don't want ANY bloody heroics, we're here tae dae a job, an' tha' job is killin' scuggans. We dae it well, we get a shiteload o' money..." He noticed some of the younger squadmembers eyes light up.
"...Yeh dae badly, yeh end up in the ground." He noticed the older members nod, almost imperceptibly. Good to know he had both youthful exuberance and steady experience in this squad.
"Now then, yeh a' know the Colonel's plan, but here's mah addition tae it. Yeh get back alive. A' of yeh. And yeh make DAMN sure, tha' NOT, ONE, SCUGGAN, ESCAPES!" This got a hearty cheer from the squad. They all looked a lot more animated now.
"No plan survives contact wi' the enemy lads and lasses... but lets see if we can make sure not one enemy survives contact wi' us!" The squad laughed and moved to their positions. They each looked ready to fight, and more over, not ready to die.
((Apologies if this isn't an NPC, but I haven't seen any posts from this character))
"Not bad Corporal, not bad at all..." Seamus span round to see Sergeant Hartfield and the other Lance-Jack. Both had grins on.
"Didnae see yeh there Sergeant. Thought it best the lads went in hot blooded."
"No need to explain. Get to your position at the radio."
"Yes Sergeant!" Seamus ran into the back of the AFV and sat across from the radio station. Making sure all of the frequencies were correct and ensuring his BATCO ((Or whatever it is we're using)) sheet was the right one, he sent a message to the Colonel stating Second Squad's readiness.
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2009 12:38 am
Fina calmly and slowly moved out of the Humvee, as if there wasn't much of a big hurry for anything, picking up her Wakizashi from her lap and settling it in place at her left side, her face expressionless as it usually was on an assignment, dressed up so she wasn't too hot. Wearing a tanktop, sweatpants and black boots as well as her black gloves and shades, she had completely neglected her trenchcoat. No way was she wearing that thing to this hot as hell place.
She'd stared at the map after climbing out of the humvee, listening to what was said about the map and the movements... After a bit of studying it, she closed her eyes behind her shades, trying to imagine the place. Atleast a rough idea of what it might look like is what she wanted... Then she factored in that there's always something wrong with something here or there. Opening her eyes again, she looked to the map, ignoring the words spoken from the men around her. She glanced from the map down to her weapons. She came light. After all, her only weapons that she brought were her Colt 1911A1, Wakizashi, Hawk Bullpup, and her W2000 in it's briefcase. Letting out a yawn, she re-checked the straps along the legs of her sweatpants holding the extra ammo for her shotgun and pistol.
After a moment, she'd merely stood, looking to the vehicles. She'd move over to the second AFV. After a moment, she'd moved her hand to pull her blade from it's sheath, setting the tip to the ground and, taking a knee as she closed her eyes. Her lips moved, breathing out small, silent and inaudible words.
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2009 6:50 am
With his gear securely stashed in the front AFV Joe resumed his previous joke session with another one of the new soldiers while awaiting the rest of the squad to mount up. His rifle sat in the vehicle resting against his pack and his hat was pulled down alittle lower on his eyes thanks to the glare from the rear HMMWV. The call for fire team one of first squad to gather around its squad leader wasn't all that suprising to the young man. Since it wasn't his direct supervisor Joe made no attempt to leave the convoy yet again.
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Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2009 11:38 am
Tatyana approached when summoned and listened to the briefing with mild disinterest. She spared attention to what in specific her squad would be doing, but little more. There’s a possibility that in the death of the Sergeant and both fireteam leaders, she would be forced to lead the group. She didn’t particularly want to, but it’s happened to her before in Chechnya.
The briefing concluded, she approached the first AFV where many of them already were starting to form up. She recognized everyone in the squad. After all, they’d all known each other for at least two weeks, from when they’d been contracted. As Alpha fireteam gathered around its leader, she gravitated towards a more familiar face. “Privet Sanchez. You are doing well, I trust?”
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 10:13 pm
Freeman returned the confused and uncertain look that Carlos gave him, and, when the words left Carlos's lips, Freeman nodded calmly and turned his back to Carlos, not because he disliked the man but because he felt that he had been subtly and mildly insulted and simply did not wish to continue the conversation. His action was not meant to be a rude or disrespectful one, but he felt no need to reply to Carlos after that. The remark made by Sanchez did not truly bother or upset Freeman, but it displayed Carlos's superior rank, and Freeman had thought the Latrocinium a brotherhood rather than a hierarchy. Freeman saw how it was.
Freeman moved to his respective vehicle and removed his bag, placing it on the hood of the car. He began rummaging through it, organizing his belongings somewhat and setting aside the things he'd need for the operation. Freeman placed his MP5K next to his bag along with some spare magazines. He placed his customized balaclava near the gun. The red dot sight and silencer were already equipped to his MP5K, so he needed not worry about that. He took from his bag an unopened pack of cigarettes which he placed in one pocket of his tactical vest. He took a smoke grenade, a flashbang grenade, and a fragmentation grenade and clipped all three to his tactical vest. The ritual continued...
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 9:31 pm
Nothing to say to anyone, Fina raised herself to her feet, gave her Wakizashi a swift swing in the air before turning it toward herself and wiping down the sides of the blade with a cloth from her pocket to get what the swing had not cleared from it. After this, she gave a quick spin of the blade, aligning it with it's sheath and pulled it into the sheath, letting it rest. Turning after this, she set the cloth back into her pocket and moved to the front HMMWV and hopped into it, pulling her briefcase to sit calmly on her lap just under her Hawk Bullpup shotgun, which was held in her hands pointing towards the door. Not up within sight of anyone they drove by, because it was not being aimed, yet she held it ready for combat. She was ready for the mission to begin...
And so Fina entered a quiet meditative state from her spot in the vehicle, waiting for the others to enter their respective vehicles as well and for everyone to get moving...
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Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2009 11:50 am
The platoon as expected had no questions, and after a brief moment of waiting he nodded and gave his last words. “Alright then, you all have thirty minutes, and then about a three hour drive before we move out on foot. Remember to keep a cool head and just complete your objectives. We don’t need any unnecessary losses out there. Keep an eye out for your squadmates, keep them out of trouble.” He eyed over the men and women of the platoon more one time, pausing his speech of a brief moment before nodding and giving his last two words, “Fall out.”
It didn’t take long, for the most part, to get all the men and their gear to the appropriate location. However, a couple minutes to get a last-minute snack or rest for the drivers would be appreciated. They didn’t really need the time, but the Colonel has learned that people don’t always do best when instantly thrown into situations, and that a bit of time to digest what was going on is appreciated. The first time back in action for the mercenaries, he wanted to take things relatively slowly, make sure that things were doing well before he knew that his men could handle anything thrown at them.
He received an important message through LaCroix while he was waiting however. A message was sent from Eterbury that the second platoon was fully trained and ready to be shipped out. This was good news. He informed LaCroix, his communications ‘officer’, that they should go ahead and transport themselves as soon as they are able, so that we may rendezvous with them shortly. No sooner than that he had the message sent he checked the time and realized that it was time to be off. He approached the Platoon Sergeant and motioned to him that it was time to head out. The Staff Sergeant wasted no time in yelling out, ordering everyone to their respective vehicles. Within five minutes all vehicles were started, loaded, and on the move.
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 7:57 am
Crammed into the AFV Joe rested his back against the skin of the vehicle with his pack nestled between his legs. The butt of his rifle sat neatly on his shoulder and the barrel joslted slightly on top of the fabric of one of the straps of the pack. The man had both feet planted evenly on the floor of the vehicle as he held a small booklet in his right hand to eye level. His left hand was placed on his lap and his attention remained focused on the book before him. The privates body rocked and bounced with the motion of the AFV without complaint.
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 9:00 am
Seamus stayed put at his station, listening to the chatter coming in over the radio for a while. The Templars around him chatted amicably whilst making even further preps on their gear. Several braved the bumping of the vehicle to strip weapons down, some played a game of magnetic travel chess.
Most however just tried to talk their nerves away. They may not be new to combat, but they were definitely new to this unit. They wanted to make a good impression. Seamus smiled at the memory of how he was exactly the same when he joined.
Putting aside his headphones, he decided to perform his own set of rituals as well. Kissing each charm in sequence, stripping and cleaning his rifle five more times and even got a good conversation going with some of the recruits. He almost wished combat wouldn't come and destroy this small perfect world.
Begging the other participant's pardon he returned to the radio, making sure that all frequencies were clear, especially the one reserved for the Commander's section. Damned if he was going in without orders...
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 2:31 pm
When given the order, Freeman, having finished all of his pre-combat preparations, seated himself in the passenger seat of his respective vehicle after placing his bag in the back. He relaxed his mind and said a short prayer, as he always did before entering combat. The prayer was not one that asked God to ensure his survival; it was a prayer in which he stated the values he focussed on: confidence, diligence, strength, honor, and many others. As he finished whispering the prayer to himself, Freeman leaned back in the seat and pulled his customized balaclava over his head. He stretched out his legs and placed his hands on top of his MP5K, which sat on his lap.
Freeman sat silently, not feeling much like talking at that moment. He relaxed his mind and smiled beneath his mask as the time of combat neared. The bumpy ride didn't bother him much. Freeman simply ignored the shaking and rocking of the vehicle and cleared his mind. He meditated, knowing that each passing minute brought him closer to the enemy.
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Posted: Thu Nov 26, 2009 7:33 pm
Pokigrom, Suriname
01 November 2009
01:06:00 (Corporal Sanchez Mission Clock)
Carlos had a brief conversation with Tatyana and the thirty minute lapse before the vehicles headed out was quickly depleted. Carlos was inside the first AFV with the rest of his fireteam and squad. Most had their ticks, their routines, their rituals they felt was necessary before combat or merely a way to center their focus. Carlos took a short glance around the vehicle before shutting his eyes and leaning back against his seat.
((Sorry for the major late response Heretic. I wasn't sure how to proceed with a conversation and keep to timeline. sweatdrop ))
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2010 11:53 am
Freeman chose not to converse with the other Templars. There would be plenty of time to make small talk when the operation was over. There were more important things to think about. Freeman checked his weapon routinely and stared out the front windshield as they drove through the dreary, damp jungle, pondering their objectives. The ride wasn't necessary comfortable; the vehicle rocked back and forth as it traversed the rough, uneven terrain and pushed through the the thick vines, branches, and bushes.
Freeman knew they were nearing their destination. As far as York was concerned, the journey didn't seem as long as it really had been. Perhaps it was because he'd kept his mind busy, thinking about the jungle, the mission, and his objectives. Regardless, it would soon be time to unleash their assault.
Freeman ran his hand along his MP5. He took a deep breath as a smirk came over his face, invisible to those around him due to the balaclava that covered his head, hiding any his facial expressions (though he generally had a pretty good poker face, even when he was not wearing a mask).
"It's almost time. Hope you're all ready," Freeman said in his usual deep, authoritative tone without turning his head to look at the others in his vehicle at whom the statement was directed.
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