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 Posted: Thu May 10, 2012 6:41 pm
Out Of Coffee: OMG awesome scene laid out before my eyes mrgreen -feels lucky- also I need to make a nifty layout too now =(
Balmung ran over to his partner ashamed that he didn't do anything to aide her in her plight against the lickers, he let out a huge sigh of relief as she said that she was alright. "It's good to know you are alright Jenny, I was beginning to really worry about you..." Although he wasn't in love with his partner he couldn't help but blush at his attachment to the slightly older woman, one that had been earned over the years. She had saved his a** quite a few times and although she was very outspoken he liked her as she was.
"Puskov this is my partner I was just talking about, also the one who keeps my head on my shoulders." Remembering that she said that there was another one of the lickers around Balmung readied his P90 he wouldn't let them down this time. He might not have all the heavy weaponry as Jeane but he was efficient which was probably what kept her from letting him become a snack to the various infected that they had faced over the years.
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2012 7:37 pm
Puskov flipped the safety and pointed the muzzle of his AK-74 rifle at the ceiling. He gave a snide smirk and smacked the bottom of the buttstock where it telescoped inwards and came back down.
"Nice try. Bump fire stock. Cheaper than buying a real AK-74 in this country.", he said twisting the knob on the stock putting it back in semi auto. He went through the notions of checking his magazine to see if he still had ammuntion and glancing around the hall for the third one she spoke of.
He looked to Graf as he introduced him to Jeane. He looked back to the woman and pointed a finger to Graf, "Like he said. My name's Puskov., he said.
He aimed his rifle back down the hall as he heard the third one making a ruckus somewhere down the hall and around the corner.
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Zion International Captain
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2012 8:04 pm
Hearing the noises as well Balmung brought the rear sight up and imagined how the first two had moved along the walls along with his previous encounters with the beasts. As the monster came into view it's mutated body tensing as it sensed a meal nearby clawing into the ceiling and rushing down the hall at them it's tongue came out in preparation for it's attack. However Balmung had no intention of becoming a meal or letting the other two save him this time, utilizing his P90's hair trigger and the burst fire he put two rounds into the licker's front right claw as it was about to move forward making it fall to the floor on it's back.
Taking advantage of the momentary shock he fired two more bursts and soon five 5.7 rounds found a new home in the monsters brain cavity and fluids slowly drained from the newly formed holes. "Got one..." he said smiling and lowering his weapon, he didn't have the power of Jeane's 320 but he made up for it with his accuracy and his planning.
Magazine status: 38/50 rounds
Accuracy: 7/12 hits
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2012 8:49 pm
Jeane "Jenny" Vallierre
Fresh Clip?: 15/30 rounds 1/1 M320 Launcher
My gear feels kinda light: 7 Rifle Mags 4 Handgun Mags 2 extra M320 rounds
The BIG Iron on my hip!: 9/8 9/8
 I love boxes of lead: 120 spare rounds; G36C, 100 spare rounds; P90, 100 spare rounds; M1911, FN 57 50 each
This bag is heavy!: 5 full mags for each type of round. 10 spare, empty mags.
Explosives go BOOM!: 11 M320 grenade launcher rounds, 4 HE hand grenades, 1/4lbs C4, 2 custom C2 door breaching charges.
 Jeane took her free left hand that was simply hanging out at this point, and grabbed a new grenade round from it's resting place, ejected the spent shell of the one that blew the hole in the wall. She watched Balmung surgically take out the unsuspecting licker as she inserted the new round into the underbarrel attachment of her G36C. "Fair enough, Puskov. Though it may not be illegal to buy the parts separate, it's still illegal to have them put together. But like I said, thanks for that." She smirked at him and walked up to Balmung, pulling a few mags for his P90 from her bag she picked up after reloading her grenade launcher. She held out the mags for him to take. "Merry Christmas, I'm sure you need it after being separated from me for so long." Jeane always carried around excess ammo, which usually helped her squad mates since most of them were fairly liberal with their ammo. It was a habit for her to hoard as much firepower she could carry without being too weighed down to the point of inefficiency. She sighed and squatted for a brief bit of rest. "Those bastards chased me all over the place, barely made it out of that service elevator, though now it's a heap at the bottom of the elevator shaft, no longer usable." With a grunt she stood up straight, rubbing her chin which she smacked on the ground earlier. "So, what were you two doing before I came in and fell on my face?" She asked bluntly, as if falling on your face and almost getting eaten was normal.
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2012 8:51 pm
((Sorry for this, but my post format hass too much BB code and wont let me quote in it ^^'''))
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2012 9:10 pm
Balmung laughed aloud, "looking for the possible birthing place for those damn things and maybe worse...thanks." He took the rounds and removing the mag he reloaded it and remounted it on top of the rifle. "Although it might be hard to believe that was the first time I really had to shoot so far, I've just sneaked around trying to find you without amassing an army of infected..." he hoped she would know he was just teasing her.
"I think that this place is hiding their main testing facility or holds a secret to where it is if not what happened to the BSAA forces that were here. So I think that the Lickers were no coincidence, but I could be wrong...Puskov is pretty convinced nothing will be found here unless that encounter changed our friends mind about Zion..." Balmung let the man sift through his thoughts it was never easy having your beliefs ripped away and he didn't want to anger him either. There was too much at stake for him to loose the two allies here of all places.
Magazine Status: 50/50, 1 in chamber
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Zion International Captain
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2012 9:30 pm
Puskov's ears were ringing from the usage of all the firearms and explosives in closed quarters. He turned his head as the rack of PDW fire attacked his ears as Balmung blasted the last of the lickers. "The ******** are these beasts...?", he grumbled to himself as he cringed at the ringing in his ears. He glanced to Balmung shaking his head trying to overcoming the ringing. "I think we should invest in sound suppressors...", Puskov said before turing his glance to Jeane, "On another note this isn't Europe, this isn't Asia, and this isn't America. This is Stilwater and in Stilwater bumpfire stocks aren't even considered destrutive device parts andd are perfectly legal just like in America If you have an issue with its laws you can take it up with Internal Security Service but more than likely they would shoot you on sight since your organization is in all technicality commiting an act of war.", Puskov said plainly taking Jeane's overly concern for his rifle as a threat.
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2012 9:43 pm
Jeane "Jenny" Vallierre
Fresh Clip?: 31/30 rounds 1/1 M320 Launcher
My gear feels kinda light: 6 1/2 Rifle Mags 4 Handgun Mags 2 extra M320 rounds
The BIG Iron on my hip!: 9/8 9/8
I love boxes of lead: 120 spare rounds; G36C, 100 spare rounds; P90, 100 spare rounds; M1911, FN 57 50 each
This bag is heavy!: 5 full mags for each type of round. 10 spare, empty mags.
Explosives go BOOM!: 11 M320 grenade launcher rounds, 4 HE hand grenades, 1/4lbs C4, 2 custom C2 door breaching charges.
Jeane listened with both ears, taking in both men's words. "I do not usually pay attention to such things, Balmung usually handles the intel." She said with a coy smile, not really caring in all actuality. She had doubts from the start as to why she was sent here with Balmung and the others anyways. "Sounds like fun" She said, turning to face Balmung, drawing a fresh mag from her side and trading it with the one in her weapon, replacing the half emptied mag back where the fresh one came from. "Well, I have enough ordinance to level half this buildind, so fighting a few mindless monsters with a few companions shouldn't be too much of an issue. And good job on not bringing me an army of infected to shoot." She retorted, teasing Balmung right back as she ruffled his hair and picked up her bag, slinging it over her shoulder. "I will follow you two, since you seem to know what your doing."
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2012 10:16 pm
"Honestly most of my intell is focused on what happened and that's not much...it's like whatever happened either never happened or there's cover-ups on both sides of the confrontation..." Balmung lead the way to where they needed to go his P-90 ready to down any new adversary that might show up but he hoped that they would find some sign of what happened soon.
His partner's lightheartedness helped him stay calm, were it himself he would likely just start to try and kill everything which wasn't a winning tactic against these infected. So instead he opened the door to the stairwell for his friends, "I don't trust elevators in a situation like this I hope you don't mind?"
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2012 10:25 pm
"Hang on a second there.", Puskov protested raising his hand gesturing Balmung to stop. Puskov looked down the hallway where he could vaguely see a small plaque sticking out that read "Security Room" past the rubble from Jeane's entrance. He looked back to the two and started walking in the direction of the labeled room, "Remember what we came up here for in the first place. We might get an idea of what happened here if the security tapes or disks are still there. If not I'm fairly certain there's enough cameras to get an idea of what we might be encountering next.", he said glancing down to the dead licker at his foot kicking it in it's squishy brain. "Wouldn't want to run into some more of these without a little heads up would you?", he asked retorically moving down the hall to the security room.
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Zion International Captain
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2012 10:38 pm
Jeane "Jenny" Vallierre
Fresh Clip?: 31/30 rounds 1/1 M320 Launcher
My gear feels kinda light: 6 1/2 Rifle Mags 4 Handgun Mags 2 extra M320 rounds
The BIG Iron on my hip!: 9/8 9/8
I love boxes of lead: 120 spare rounds; G36C, 100 spare rounds; P90, 100 spare rounds; M1911, FN 57 50 each
This bag is heavy!: 5 full mags of each gun, 3 mags of P90. 10 spare, empty mags.
Explosives go BOOM!: 11 M320 grenade launcher rounds, 4 HE hand grenades, 1/4lbs C4, 2 custom C2 door breaching charges.
Jeane just stood there and looked at both of them a few times, waiting to see which one would follow which. Regardless of this, she would follow her partner Balmung rather then some strange russian who did not seem to like her very much.
(Bleh short x.x )
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2012 10:43 pm
"Oh yea..how did I let my mind wander that much...well looks like you're best to be guide still Puskov." Balmung tried to laugh but it just came out as a forced smile, he felt like an idiot now. He had let his mind wander too far and forgotten that the had taken the elevator to the second floor but hadn't gotten the security tapes. Following Puskov he was suddenly that much happier for the mans help, not because he had gotten him this far for free but more because he was constantly showing how good a person his was who was dedicated to his homeland. Maybe he would be able to join the BSAA after all of this.
Out Of Condoms: same...I'm loosing IQ by the second gonna go to bed sorry =(
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Zion International Captain
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2012 11:06 pm
Puskov headed back into the security room where the monitors were still flickering back and forth between camera feeds. Dead. The entire factory was vacant at least in the places where the lights were still operational. Certain places were pitch black or so dark he couldn't see anything. The Russian poked around looking for a computer tower or hard drive that had recordings from when the outbreak happened. He found the tower but the external drive had been taken. Great no recollection of what happened here. Whether the recordings were destroyed or not was a mystery. The Russian turned back to the monitors and started to pan through the various feeds until he saw something not human. He looked at where the feed was coming from, one of the condensing rooms. The creature that was on the monitor was frog like. It was human sized if not bigger. It didn't move it was just lying on the metal floor but Puskov could tell it was alive. Little did he know this was one of the Hunter Gamma models that Zion had kept in storage but had escaped. "Can anybody tell me what the hell this is?"
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Posted: Fri May 11, 2012 10:29 am
Jeane "Jenny" Vallierre
Fresh Clip?: 31/30 rounds 1/1 M320 Launcher
My gear feels kinda light: 6 1/2 Rifle Mags 4 Handgun Mags 2 extra M320 rounds, 1 HE handgrenade
The BIG Iron on my hip!: 9/8 9/8
I love boxes of lead: 120 spare rounds; G36C, 100 spare rounds; P90, 100 spare rounds; M1911, FN 57 50 each
This bag is heavy!: 5 full mags of each gun, 3 mags of P90. 10 spare, empty mags.
Explosives go BOOM!: 11 M320 grenade launcher rounds, 1 HE hand grenades, 1/4lbs C4, 2 custom C2 door breaching charges.
Jeane walked up to Puskov with Balmung. She kept an eye on the screens as he panned through them, eventually stopping on one with a creature. "Isn't it obvious? It's our first clue as to where these creatures are coming from. We should go check it out, maybe it left a trail back to where it came from. See how well you can handle yourself Mister Puskov, it shouldn't be too much of a problem with the three of us. And if more join the party, I have plenty of ammo and explosive to supply a small squad." She hefted her bag to emphasize her point. Hefting her bag again, she placed it onto a desk surface. With her free hand, she opened a pouch and pulled out three high explosive hand grenades. She put one on her person, then placed the other two on the desk. "One for each of us. I'm sure we'll need it sometime soon." She pulled out the half empty mag and the box of ammo hanging from the side of the bag. She opened it, and moved aside the dividers, and pulled out sixteen rounds for her rifle. She spent the few moments of safety they had to replenish her clip. Most would call her crazy for stressing such a small amount of ammo, but her experience wouldn't let her pass up the chance. In an outbreak, every bullet counts. She put away the mag and turned a bit to get another look at the freakish B.O.W and sighed, turning her attention back to her weapon, sliding the magazine out and checking to make sure it was full, and that it wouldn't jam. Placing the magazine back into place, she gave it a hefty slap, like smacking a lovers behind. "Lets go kill us a mutant shall we?"
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Posted: Fri May 11, 2012 10:42 am
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