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 Posted: Sat Jun 21, 2008 3:21 pm
Up in orbit...
Aurelia smirked a little at the determined tone the woman on the other end of her com was using. Before she could reply, she noticed the flashing message directed to her from the ground com officer transmitting the message. Squinting at the text readout of her verbal message, she nodded in confirmation. "Right, private Sehene, I'm patching in the ground com officer to brief you. Your mission has just been approved by the brass." With that she tapped in a few interlink commands, connecting the two of them with the other com officer. "Ground com, this is Orbital Command. I have private Sehene on the line with you, awaiting commands. Over."
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Posted: Sat Jun 21, 2008 6:35 pm
Still's Communications equipment would beep before the connection to ground command. Soon, A simple file was sent over, containing audio and text files detailing her mission: Battle planShe would now have to wait for the extraction team to come and get her. Currently, a group of some of the best soldiers were being selected and outfitted to infiltrate the Drathonian lines and meet up with Still Sehene.
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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2008 11:03 pm
Garrett took a moment to take in the information as well, and go over its contents. First, he needed to put together a four-man team. Next, arm them. Last, move them to the infiltration specialist's current location. Simple enough. He took a moment to consider what skills would be needed. They already had demolitions and an expert in their usage: Captain Hendlow. He'd also need a medic, seeing as how the specialist was listed as handi-capable. Then he'd need two men he trusted to go in covertly and drop enemies like flies. Immediately his mind whizzed back to the previous battle and his own troops. Most had been incapacitated; he would have chosen Jack for certain, but the man was down for the count. Jack had been one hell of a bruiser, though, and he wanted a man that could play that role too. Kwon, he thought, and smirked. The Asiatic soldier had proven to be a solid and consistent fighter with a tendency toward the heavy munitions and close quarters combat. It was almost exactly reminiscent of Jack. To even out the field, he wanted someone good with a long-ranged rifle, but capable of handling himself in tight situations too. Ruth. The man hadn't been very steady under pressure, but when he had distance and the element of surprise, he was as unmoveable as a mountain; a crackshot and as reliable as gravity. He seemed to thrive on keeping his presence unknown for there had been times when even Garrett had lost track of him and figured him dead, only to find the soldier come marching up after the heat had died down. Who else had been solid? Griever. The man had taken a hit, but he had the perseverance and stubbornness of a bull. Even when Garrett had put him at the back and had him laying cover fire only, the man had been at the forefront of the assaults somehow. His consistency and persistence were enough to make him highly desirable.
Garrett turned to the CO. "Contact Privates Kwon and Ruth, ex-members of Collapsible Infantry Unit 212, and a medic-ready Black Ops."
"Consider it done, Captain," the man replied, and continued on with his duties. A few short moments later, a brief moment of static buzzed over his intercom and was followed by the same CO's voice. "Captain Hendlow, you are now on your own private channel, EC-14. Your team is also on the line. Privates Kwon, Ruth, Mortego, and Sehene. Mortego is a certified field-medic and foot soldier. We will be sending you regular updates should the situation with the Drathonians change. Henceforth, your team is known as Flare Element, or Flare. That's all for now. We'll be sending you a more detailed synopsis as soon as you make contact with Sehene. Flare Element is currently advised to rendezvous on Captain Hendlow's current position. We've got some new products we'd like you to try."
"Copied and understood. Awaiting the--" Garrett cut himself off when two men approached him, carrying a weapons crate between them. Slowly, they set it down and unlatched it, revealing the contents. "--Package received... Flare Element, move quickly. We have some very special presents." Garrett smirked and pulled one of the TOR-S from the crate, slowly examining it. As he looked it over, one of the men began to explain to him the weapon's details.
((Hope this is an okay introduction Kai because you never gave me word as to whether or not the TOR-S was actually okayed.))
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2008 8:33 am
Kwon sat beside Rutthinger on the infirmary tent floor as they were handed their orders, and reconnected with Hendlow. Kwon was a quiet guy, but he'd found Ruth to be a reliable guy. Neither of them had worse injuries than a few nicks and bruises. At Hendlow's command, he shoved himself to his feet and nodded for Ruth to follow. Hendlow was close by, standing outside the tent with a goofy look on his face, staring down into a large crate.
Kwon strolled up alongside him, looking down into the crate. He let out a sharp whistle. He hadn't seen these guns before, but they looked pretty nice. By the emblems printed on the butts of the rifles, these were Special Ops weapons. He picked one up, hefting it in his hands. It was heavier than his Sugar, but still not a heavy load. The strange underbarrel drew his attention, and he immediately recognized the shotgun attached to the bottom. He raised his eyebrows in interest, but rather than ask any questions about the gun, he simply grabbed up an ammunition pack and loaded himself up. Kwon wasn't one for words... he'd test the gun in combat.
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2008 11:35 am
((That is very good, blackbird. I like it. I'm starting to feel off my game now.. I used to be cool like that crying ))
Ruth soon walked up to the crate, as well, and hefted one of the rifles to his shoulder, checking out the sights and weight, how well it was balanced, the works. Seeming satisfied, he slung it over his shoulder and grabbed a few ammunition packs. He shouldn't need many, and if it came down to it, he had his EV-47's in thigh holsters.
"This a black pajamas mission or we going in armor?" He asked, knowing that the servos in a Savior had the tendency to make whirring noises during slower movements, and Drathonians had excellent hearing. "I got some grease pens if you want to hide your face" The man added, pulling a few of the sappy sticks out of a jacket pocket and holding them out.
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2008 7:17 pm
The beep assured her of the connection, and another alerted her of the received file. She looked it over, pleased with how good it was. She stored it, and nodded to herself. ”Private Sehene here. I think this plan is great. I’ll be waiting and ready for the ops. Over.” She shifted position again, leaning a bit straighter against the tree, and prepared herself for the wait.
((ok..this is a really LAYME post...sorry guys..uber writers block *cries*))
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Posted: Thu Jun 26, 2008 5:04 am
Steven sat on his cot in the medical tent with nothing better to do than watch the medics treat the injured. He had already been treated for his injuries, some of which included gun wounds to his left shoulder and left leg. At one point he tried to strike up a conversation with one of the medics but he was barely even acknowledged, so he gave up on that little endevor. With few options left he began tapping his fingures and thought about everything that had happened to him today. Most of the things were inadvertantly tied to him and he made a mental note to properly thank the marines who had saved him and his co-pilot.
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Posted: Thu Jun 26, 2008 5:24 am
Clarissa woke up from a very unpleasant sleep to find herself in a hospital tent. She wiped the sleep from her eyes and tried to stretch, but stopped when a sharp pain shot up her leg. Accepting the fact that she was bed ridden she resigned herself to looking around the tent from her bed. Right away her she spotted the pilot from earlier in the bed next to her's. "Hey pilot," she said. "I don't think we were properly introduced back in the field. My name is Private Clarissa Rose."
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Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2008 8:35 pm
Steven looked over at Clarissa. "Finally awake huh?" he said. "My name is Petty Officer First Class Steven Kerning, and it is my pleasure to meet you Miss Rose." Now with the pleasantries out of the way Steven searched through his mind to find some small chatty thing to say to get rid of slightly awkward silence. "So what happened to your leg? I myself to two gun shots and I survived a crash landing."
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Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2008 8:58 pm
Clarissa all but missed the cheesy small talk from Steven. "Do you have any relation to a man named Mark Kerning." She was starting to get a little excited. Catching herself she took some deep breaths to calm down. "I can't get my hopes up to much. I mean there is a good chance that this man isn't the related to my dad's friend," she began thinking. "I was just wondering because my dad was good friends with a man named Mark."
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Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2008 9:40 pm
"Yeah, Mark Kerning was my father," he replied with a raised eyebrow. The surprise soon faded and Steven felt that this topic was more interesting then the one he had presented. "And you are Jacob Rose's daughter, right? He was a good pilot and he flew for Green Squadron for ages. How is retirement treating him?" Now that he thought of it, Clarissa did look almost like her father but without a beard.
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Posted: Sun Jun 29, 2008 8:48 pm
Now Clarissa was almost dumb-struck, but she managed to maintain her composure thanks to sheer strength off will. It was almost as if she were look at Steven in a new light and felt like hugging him. "No, if I am to up front I may only scare him off," she thought to herself, "This is like sniping. I have to wait for the best moment to reveal my true intent."
"My dad is doing just fine, and from what I hear he is working part time as a mechanic for a shipping company." All Clarissa had to do now is lay down a subtle trail of hints.
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 6:06 am
[[ Wedding invitations are subtle? I'd hate to see you in an aggressive mood. ]]
Kwon rolled his eyes a little at Ruth. He wondered why on earth the man would be walking around with grease pens. Probably just for the hell of it, given what he knew of the man already. As Kwon contemplated this, a dull hum could be heard overhead. He looked skyward to see an impressive sight. Hovering in the air not 10 meters above their heads was a great black dropship, smoothly edged and bearing a dulled hull, no metallic sheen. It looked almost like plastic.
Anyway, the relatively small dropship eased itself down beside the men, carefully putting down before them. After a few moments, the ship powered down, and four airmen came strolling out of the bay. The man at the head of the group, obviously the captain, spoke. "You guys Flare Element? We've got orders to transport you for Operation Leapfrog. You boys ready to go?" Kwon looked over them to the dark, slate-like vessel that sat behind them. He raised an eyebrow. It looked like a pretty sweet ride.
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2008 8:16 pm
"Well it is good to know he is staying active," Steven said with a sigh. He began to shift around anxiously on his cot. "Gr, I can't stand being bed ridden. I want to be back in the pilot's seat of a fighter!" he said as he fidgeted around some more. "Do you ever feel that way about being in the field, Clarissa?" Even while he was talking all he could keep his mind on was the sky outside.
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2008 9:09 pm
"Seems to be black pajams, then" Ruth said, more to himself than anyone else. Immediately he colored his face black with a grease pen, and took off the standard green jacket given every soldier upon enlistment, revealing a simple black outfit, all long sleeved, ready for some night action. He tightened the straps on his black gloves, shouldered the black rifle, and ran his hands through black hair. Yeah. He was going to be hard to see. Making sure he did have some modern conveniences though, he fished through a pocket of the jacket and pulled out a small HUD/radio set, fitted it over his ear, checked the lens, and was ready. With that, the man hopped on the similarly black vehicle and said "When we leaving?" as if he wasn't nervous at all about going behind enemy lines, at night, without armour. Which, truthfully, he wasn't.
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