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 Posted: Sun Sep 30, 2012 2:08 pm
Commander J. TridentThe Commando "Call to God if I cross your path and my silhouette hangs in the Aftermath; hope is a moment now long past, the shadow of death is the one I cast" ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Trident laid in the chair it prefect rest, his body only doing enough to keep him alive, other then that it was doing nothing. He would wait there, till someone came and undid the straps on the chair. Then and other then he would strike again, he was like a viper coiled up waiting for the perfect moment. His vital signs could be seen by his team, hopefully they were not fooled by the flat line of his heartbeat. He could hear them talking as it was picked up by his implant on his inner ear.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Move with the wind, and you will never be heard."
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Posted: Sun Sep 30, 2012 7:09 pm
 Brigadier General Thomas Pryor
Pryor waited in the back for a minute, looking through the image in his right eye. It had actually surprised him that he could do this, still not fully understanding everything his eye was capable of. As he looked through the camera he saw everything that Aingel also saw.
"Copy Aingel, we're ready to move on your command."
As he said this he looked at all the other men all around the black hawk, letting them know they were about to drop into a combat zone. Pryor attached the SOFLAM around his chest, as he readied his M4. This would be a strike fast, strike hard mission and everyone at this point should have understood that.
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2012 3:22 pm
A few long minutes passed, but eventually the door to the torture room opened again, but this time it was a single lone guard, grumbling to himself in Portugese about how he was always the one assigned to clean up the bodies. He looked at the captive's apparently dead body still strapped into the chair, and sighed, somewhat thankful that it was not too messy. He went around to the back of the chair, and began untying the body's wrists, unaware that the corpse wasn't as dead as it let on....  "Beginning my attack run now. Pryor, as soon as the shells from the cannon are away, laze that chopper, you hear? Targetting SAM site...." Aingel keyed in the SAM site on the IR panel, and synched the cannons on the wings up with his systems and that of his plane. The cannons moved slightly, zeroing in on the SAM, and loading its first round. Aingel pushed up on the throttle, and the A-6 began speeding towards the air field, the cannons continuing to track the SAM. Once he was satisfied with the distance, he pressed the trigger. "Firing!" The twin Bushmaster M242 cannons, originally made to be installed into an American Bradley IFV, but modded to be fitted into the A-6, let their 20mm rounds loose, the sound of the firing making a loud mechanical CHUK CHUK CHUK sound.... Back at the base, the man had finished untying the "corpse" and had moved back around to the front when a series of explosions startled him. Alarmed, he stood up, and looked out the window, but all he could see through the blurred glass was the vague shape of smoke and fire. Had someone dropped some ordinance or something...?
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2012 3:31 pm
Commander J. TridentThe Commando "Call to God if I cross your path and my silhouette hangs in the Aftermath; hope is a moment now long past, the shadow of death is the one I cast" ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Trident felt the last strap come free and he came to he slide out of the chair silently. He snuck up beyond the man sent to clean up and dispose of him. Trident's hand reach out and tapped the man on the shoulder. When he would turn around he would see a ghost and more then likely have a heart attack. If not a quick twist and movement of John's hands he would snap the man's neck, quick and easy.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Move with the wind, and you will never be heard."
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Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2012 2:51 pm
Colonel Artyom
Artyom looked at Pryor "So are we going to move as teams or as a group" He then said as he looked back sliding a GP-30 under it grinning as he was wanting to try out his new toy and it's six rounds he had with him as well.
Once the firing started he looked out the side once more waiting for orders to combat drop into the area or jump if they had to.
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Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2012 6:38 pm
Private Eric Ryan
Private Eric sat in a seat facing the outside of the Blackhawk, so he could see the land pass as the group flew towards their objective. Eric checked his gear and bolted his L96A1 as he listened to the 20mm rounds hit the ground and whatever was in its path. He adjusted his scope and readied himself for the mission to come.
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2012 6:54 pm
Brigadier General Thomas Pryor
Once the firing began Pryor tapped the pilot on the shoulder signaling him to begin the combat drop. Once the helicopter hit the ground the pilot was to wait six seconds the fly off with or without the men. As they approached the targeted area Pryor looked at Artyom.
"Stay together there's not allot of us. Our first pryority is to rescue Trident and get him out of here, then capture and secure the compound."
Right as he finished his sentence the helicopter hit the ground fairly hard and men begin emptying out of the chopper, each carrying gas masks attached to their waist, on the chance that they come into contact with so called "Dead Weed." As Pryor exited the chopper, without hesitation finding and painting the enemy chopper. This had all happened so fast the enemy didnt know how to react at first but then began firing shortly after Pryor had taken cover, still holding the SOFLAM on the chopper.
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Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2012 6:59 pm
You cannotkill... Aingel slowed again to allow the chopper to pass him and land, and then sped up, watching his designator screen for the lock. He was almost about to remind Pryor, when the screen lit up, illuminating the shopper perfectly. He raised the throttle again, and armed a bomb, making a course towards the helicopter. "The chopper's locked. Pickle in three...two...one!" Aingel released the bomb as he passed over the airfield, and took the moment to look for the planes in question. There. Lined up under the cargo netting were thirty cargo planes of both propeller and jet variety, and he could see some hangar sized buildings with more planes inside. As he turned back, the bomb impacted the helicopter, the impact alone slinging it on its side before the explosion tore it apart. Aingel banked back over the airfield, and strafed an AA gun at the edge, killing the crew that was taking aim at the helicopter. "Pryor, this is Aingel. There's too many aircraft for the charges. We'll need to find another way to take them down. Find some heavy ordinance or something, anything that can render the planes nonoperational. Diego had been filing papers when the explosion blew out the windows of his office. He dove to the floor, covering his head to protect it from glass, before he sprung to his feet and looked outside, cursing when he saw the smoke and flames where the SAM used to be. He thought at first that some idiot had dropped a missile, but then he saw the helicopter land, and his own helicopter explode before a jet that didn't belong to them flew over and took out an AA gun at the corner of the clearing. Cursing, he pulled the massive revolver from his holster and made his way to the hangar, where he had some heavy ordinance waiting just in case of this sort of thing.
At the interrogation room across the complex, the man who was assigned to clean up the body turned pale white before his life was ended with a dull snap at the base of his skull, his last thoughts being that he had just been killed by a ghost.
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Posted: Thu Oct 11, 2012 1:50 pm
Commander J. TridentThe Commando "Call to God if I cross your path and my silhouette hangs in the Aftermath; hope is a moment now long past, the shadow of death is the one I cast" ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Trident dragged the body into the chair and made it look like he was still in there, if any one ran by to check on him they would think that Trident is still in the chair and not running around. He pressed the button embedded into his throat to activate the mic.
"This Trident, I am alive. I able to continue on with gathering more intel on these guys.:
Trident found some things that could to used to warp up his wounds, luckily deigo used heat so that the cuts did cauterize. It would take time to heal but it would heal none the less. He took his pants off and ripped them apart and used them to cover his chest. John proceeded to slip out of the interrogation room and into the fray of combat.
'Out of the frying pan, into the fryer.'
He though to himself as he found a pistol on a dead body this would help him if he ran into anyone that had gun and was unable to take them out with his hands. Trident was not wearing any pants, he had skivvies on, and was thought dead so that alone would be enough to shock most of the enemy forces. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Move with the wind, and you will never be heard."
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Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2012 4:42 pm
Colonel Artyom
Artyom jumped out of the helicopter pulling his gasmask that was strapped to his head down his fingers rubbing over a few scratch marks were he had been shot with it on before before running his hand over the hammer and sickle over Alpha units emblem. He then looked at Pryor "Comrade were outnumbered once more but they know we are here you think that is far or should be go in with rocks" He said his voice muffled by the gasmask but his accent was only deepened by the mask.
He then reached into his bag pulling out a green tipped grenade sliding it into the GP-30 as he ran next to Pryor but got out from behind cover and started to fire on the shooters.
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2012 4:27 pm
Private Eric Ryan
After Ryan had scanned through his gear and bolted his weapon, the chopper had hit the ground. Ryan had exited the chopper taking cover as Pryor lased his target. Ryan came out of cover somewhat to take a look at what was going on. He went back into cover, while also scanning the area looking for a spot to snipe from. Instead of moving though, he just waited for orders.
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Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2012 5:11 pm
Brigadier General Thomas Pryor
Pryor watched as the Helicopter was destroyed, the then took the SOFLAM and strapped it around his torso, knowing they may have need of it again. Pryor then looked out at the soldiers.
"Alright, So here's our current situation. We need to find some heavy weapons, Artyom you'll lead that team, I don't care what you find, as long as they don't get any aircraft into the sky. We also need to have a fixed location on Trident, I'll lead that team, using my eye."
Pryor then grabbed two Privates close to him and threw them onto the ground, at the same time yelling, "Get down!" He had gotten used to hearing the fall of mortar fire and could hear it before it ever hit the ground. The enemy had a fixed location on their position, but he had no idea that the enemy was willing to bomb their own men. After the dirt and mud had stopped falling Pryor stood up and grabbed his main firearm.
"And finally for the rest of you, take down what rebel forces you can and while your at it try and take that mortar position, it may help with the runway. Now form with your teams stated in the Briefing and move out."
((OK so for those of you who are going to ask, Go with whatever part of the mission you want, just what you feel like doing.))
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Posted: Fri Oct 26, 2012 6:09 pm
Captain Ivan Law "Reaver"
Jumping off the chopper and landing a few feet off from base camp Ivan hoisted his rifle over his shoulder and walked over towards base to report in. There wasn't much to look at looking from where base was placed it was humid and hot. Ivan didn't mind. It wasn't like his country where there's snow and it's cold.
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Posted: Fri Oct 26, 2012 6:57 pm
Colonel Artyom
Artyom nodded and pointed to Ivan "You are with me i want to see how well the trained killer works with a old war dog" He said as he pointed to others as well and as soon as his arm went back to his rifle he started to run into the bush a longer way to the airfield but it had more cover
He soon looked back seeing the men he picked running behind him he could not tell who was who with his gasmask on but he did not care as they were not shooting at him so they were good for now.
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Posted: Fri Oct 26, 2012 10:28 pm
Captain Reaver
Ivan nodded as followed his new commander he crouched into the brush and released the safety from his Grach as he waited for further instruction. The area was clean and there was no movement or sign of the enemy. "Mission start," he spoke in his native language which was Russian.
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