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 Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2010 5:17 pm
iShoot-u-xx (Sgt. Wong)
Sergeant E-5
Marine-marksman (Red team)
Beach of German Terrorist Base
Arrival
Company: Bravo (Bad company)
"I thought you would've been used to that by now Hatter..." Adam mumbled blankly as he squeezed off three more rounds. The experiences from the last battle turned him into a cold cold person. When he decided that the semi-automatic function on his AUG wasn't working too well, he flipped it to fully automatic and peered through his scope, lining up the crosshair with the feet of the enemies, eventually it would rise and take out more targets due to the recoil.
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Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2010 5:22 pm
XxLady_GuineverexX
Sgt. Hatter
Sergeant E-5
Marine-marksman (Blue Team)
Beach of German Terrorist Base
Arrival
Company: Bravo (Bad company)
Hatter smirked, as she gave her gun a slight squeeze. She watched as two bodies fell at once. She grinned. She always loved doing that. She looked at him for a moment,"Sure I'm used to it...doesn't make it any less true Adam."She replied. She returned her eyes down her scope, as she aimed, getting ready to make another shot.
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Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2010 5:29 pm
Inficio Constupro
Army- Suicide's Squads
Beach of German Terrorist Base
Arrival
Several 6.8mm x 43m blended metal rounds struck the hull of the Stryker. Each bullet actually penetrated the armor, and dug themselves much deeper than they should have if they were a normal round- but these rounds were different. They would stay together when passing through a hard surface, as all the heat would be directed towards the object it was passing through, but when it went through a slow target the heat and friction would increase, effectively destroying the binding and causing the binder to catastrophically fail, and sending the accelerated particles of tungsten, moving at extreme speeds, throughout the target. These rounds were a nasty addition, and expanded in soft targets and stayed together in soft targets- all with the heavy, hard tungsten backing it up. Luckily most of these rounds had struck the the strkyer, the energy being absorbed into the machine, but a plethora of bullets were still headed their way. "Keep steady! Ready, aim, fire!" Parker, Monte, Stanton, and Ronnie, without aiming, and only having their guns pointed in the general direction of the enemies nearly 400 meters away, squeezed their triggers; to release their volley. Although, inaccurate, for the moment, they would hopefully gain the advantage of time over their enemies- and 120 rounds towards the enemy couldn't hurt. As for Inficio, he kept his time. He was a marksmen/squad assault, and his job was to provide accurate, high powered, high volume fire towards the enemy. No matter how much he hated to wait when his teammates were already in the battle, he had to aim. Raising his Mk.41 squad automatic rifle to his shoulder, or his 'Mk.41' or 'Rifle', Inficio slowly positioned the rifles bipod directly on his raised knee, his right knee, and let it sit their for extra balance and support. Resting his left hand on the left side of the external covering of the rifles barrel, Anonymous noticed that the air was mysteriously windless. Inficio's mildot rating was positioned 1 for 100 yards as in accordance with his scope, his eye roughly 1.73456 inches away from his scope, to compensate for the Parallax effect. Raising his right hand to the right sight of the weapon, Inficio wrapped his index finger around a protruding piece of steel, and exerted roughly 6.56 pounds upon it, which in turn opened up the chamber within the barrel and allowed a single round to be entered into the barrel. He then let ago, the spring mechanism shutting the open cover of the breach within and allowing one singular round to be left inside the chamber. Essentially, he had just loaded the weapon. Content with his actions, Inficio resumed his eye position in the previous parallax position.
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Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2010 6:05 pm
((*cough cough* I have something very important to say: GO SAINTS GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!))
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Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2010 7:35 pm
[~....I think I jinxed myself....I posted I was going for the Saints...But I was actually going for the Colts~]
Name: Kevin Pointdexter (IXI B L A C K IXI)
Rank: LCpl(Lance Corporal) E-3
Role: Marksman
Team: Fireteam Group 2
Company: Bravo"Bad Company"
Arrival
Beach of German Terrorist Base
~Pointdexter suddenly caught sight of Sergeant Hatter, but he didn't take his sight off of the scope, keeping it 1.73456 inches away from his eye. The Parallax effect was gone, and now was his time, as he zoomed in about 3 X 1, since they were already positioned nearly right infront of the enemy. And with the barrel shifted into the direction not too far from the base, pinpointing where the approaching Marksmen were coming, Pointdexter came preparing his body as the hammer pushed the bullet forward. And from such an unknown angle from behind the Wall, Pointdexter also came back into cover, just as the bullet shot out to the Marksman positioned furthest behind the line of German Soldiers. While also exhaling and relieving himself, he got ready to move once again, as he slowly tilted his SR-25 into a stanby position.~
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Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2010 7:39 pm
IXI B L A C K IXI [~....I think I jinxed myself....I posted I was going for the Saints...But I was actually going for the Colts~] Name: Kevin Pointdexter (IXI B L A C K IXI)
Rank: LCpl(Lance Corporal) E-3
Role: Marksman
Team: Fireteam Group 2
Company: Bravo"Bad Company"
Arrival
Beach of German Terrorist Base~Pointdexter suddenly caught sight of Sergeant Hatter, but he didn't take his sight off of the scope, keeping it 1.73456 inches away from his eye. The Parallax effect was gone, and now was his time, as he zoomed in about 3 X 1, since they were already positioned nearly right infront of the enemy. And with the sight of the Vehicle's operating Driver, he also slightly moved his barrel over to the left and right, seeing the other Marksman. So with no time to waste, he got down a little more, and remained covered with his other team mates, yet he quickly adjusted his SR-25 aligned to face the vehicle. And with his right index finger touching the trigger, Pointdexter braced himself within the given time, firing off the bullet cartridge in a fluid and direct motion. The Hammer had propelled the bullet out in a spiral, and the barrel made sure it was heading in the right direction, within the approaching Vehicle but specifically aimed at the Driver's Seat. The bullet was possibly headed towards the Driver's forehead, but could either still go for the throat, since he had to go with precision rather than Accuracy at the time.~((There... there is no enemy vehicle. If there was, it would have been the stryker I was talking about, which, doesn't have a window, either; completely surrounded by armor. whee Nice post though! blaugh ))
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Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2010 2:37 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2010 3:19 pm
(( blaugh Yeah, I was a little confusing, and I did notice you thought there was a vehicle coming at you, but I never thought to explain that until now... sweatdrop Me and my vagueness. xp ))
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Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2010 12:45 am
dark light yagami22
Army-Squad Assault
Beach of German Terrorist Base
Arrival
Kuro gently squeezes the trigger and fires off one round. Which exited the barrel of the gun and barreled down the path of the enemy. He reloads another round into his Mk.48 and shouldered his weapon, preparing to fire off another round, hoping against all odds that the first round managed to hit the enemy. Considering that they could not see their enemy, and the enemy could not see them.
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Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2010 12:17 pm
((I don't see any B-1s on the initial enemies list))
Mothanius
Rank: 2nd Lieutenant
Role: F-15C pilot/Leader of Garuda Squadron
Squadron: Garuda
Skies above the operation, engagement
"Hoo boy, we're sure shaking the hornets nest!" Mothanius exclaimed in excitement as the F-14Ds launched off their missiles at the the B1 bombers.
"Alright, Garuda 5, take 6,7, and 8 with you and tangle with the 35s. Garuda 2, take my six and keep me healthy, 3 and 4, follow suit and let's concentrate on the bombers."
"Roger!" they all responded in unison and went their way as ordered.
Mothanius arced his 15 down ten degrees and to the left, his flight not far behind him in a unison turn. He raised his throttle to a healthy 75%, the knots increasing ever faster on his guage.
"One each B-52 locked on with my 120, three... four, locked?"
"Three locked," came in response.
"Four locked and heavy," Garuda four chirped.
"Garuda 2, you have a lock?" Mothanius asked impatiently as expedience was needed.
"Negative sir, my JHMCS is having issues. Switching modes..." there was a slight pause. "Copy, target in sights ready to fire."
"Missiles hot fox two fox two!" Mothanius reported loudly on the com. net.
He released his 120AMRAAM at one of the 52s flying in the air, now having been left without escorts as the F-35s had moved in towards the ground to bomb the infantry below. If Wardog could take out the other bombers, and Garuda could annihilate these, then the 35s would be their only remaining issue, or so he hoped.
In a blazing Mach 5, the 120AMRAAM streamed towards his target. Its internal navigation system allowing him to fire and forget, but he wasn't going to allow this 52 to slip away without him. He already had another 120AMRAAM locked on the target again just incase the CMDs launched by the 52s would brake the lock of the missile. Though his avionics and radar package was upgraded, the 120AMRAAMS were as good as any other 120s in the fleet, and so, were as faliable as any other 120 in the fleet.
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Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2010 10:29 pm
iShoot-u-xx (Sgt. Wong)
Sergeant E-5
Marine-marksman (Red team)
Beach of German Terrorist Base
Arrival
Company: Bravo (Bad company)
Adam continued breathing lightly, keeping his eye glued through the lense of the Trijicon TA-31 ACOG sight which was attached to his Steyr AUGa3. He squeezed the trigger lightly, sending a three round burst at the oncoming group. "We're in the suck now..." He muttered. Everything seemed to be a replay of what it was before. "Play it safe guys....I don't want to send any more death letters...Especially you Hatter..." He said in a hushed tone. However it was loud enough to be heard by all, hopefully they had gotten the message through the occasional crack of their rifles. He squeezed off another three rounds. Sending six 5.56x45mm rounds was an easy thing to do. Making sure that they hit was a different story.
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2010 9:53 am
XxLady_GuineverexX
Sgt. Hatter
Sergeant E-5
Marine-marksman (Blue Team)
Beach of German Terrorist Base
Arrival
Company: Bravo (Bad company)
Hatter fired a couple more rounds. She glanced at him for a moment,"Keep your own advice while fighting, Adam...I don't want that either."was all she said. She moved a bit, readjusted her aim, and began to fire some more. She needed a drink of water, she was gettin' smoke and dust in her mouth. It was nasty. She'd have to wait though, the heat of battle is no time for a break.
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2010 8:43 pm
((Uhh... just letting you know, I'm thinking about it...)) #461B7E ARMY
The soldiers directly adjacent to the firing squad encompassing the Manokan 'Army' had fired enormous amounts of light, armor piercing rounds towards their units, this doing very little. While the massive enema of 5.56mm rounds was definitely something to worry about, without aiming, the rounds did very little real damage. Ordinarily, this would cause psychological damage and cause the enemy soldiers to duck, or swerve, or go into a prone position while slightly panicking at the searing lead passing overhead. These soldiers were not your ordinary soldiers. They couldn't be bargained with. They couldn't be reasoned with. They didn't feel pity, or remorse, or fear, and absolutely will not stop, ever, until you are dead. Laughing at the apparent lack of aim at the soldiers, each soldier had already preloaded, opened the breech and loaded their 6.8mm rounds into their rifles, and had their rifles at their shoulders. Magazines in, rounds administered, guns shouldered, all that was left was to aim and fire. Having such a large target such as a stryker, each unit only had to swing up their rifles, their barrels pointed towards the large metal contraption, and squeezed their triggers.
MARINES
The superb accuracy of the Manokan Marines took their tole on the Esrchrecken. Several 7.62mm x 51mm rounds flew past their area, impacting the Esrchrecken in tremendous ways. The Squad Assault unit, and two Infantry in particular were hit by the brunt of the force. A single, armor piercing 7.62mm x 51mm round smashed through the facemask of the Squad assault, sending bits of poly glass shrapnel traveling at four hundred meters per second into the soldiers face, momentarily before it collapsed. The 7.62mm x 51mm round carried such tremendous energy, that despite being partially slowed down by the facemask and glass, tore through the units nose in a split second, causing his nose to implode from the sudden blunt force trauma inflicted to it. After it passed through his naval organ, the sinus cavity of the soldier was crushed, sending pieces of organic shrapnel inwards towards the brain, the smallest part of the roof of his mouth ripping into several pieces as they tore violently apart, ripping as the muscle and cartilage were pressed upon themselves. Of course, there wasn't enough time for blood to even began to splatter as not but a few moments later, the round entered the brain. The Cerebrum took the blunt force of the blow, being torn to shreds as the blazing hot armor piercing round pushed aside key parts of the brain. The purple jelly haze of course had to go somewhere, and in split seconds slowly replaced the the empty area of the nasal cavity. The round, after running deep into the brain, finally settled at the base of the medulla oblongota, sending the soldier head over heels and backward in a single shot. As for the other rounds, well, they impacted the Infantry, but not in such a catastrophic manner as previously described. Rather, a single 7.62mm x 51mm round slammed into the shoulder pad of the first infantry unit, collapsing gelatin and Kevlar mix, but doing no damage to the actual shoulder. The other, 5.56mm round ran into the other units chest plate, the most protected area, and after both of these materials bent, the round bounced off the chest plate, leaving a small dent.
Discontinuing their some 325 round volley, each unit pressed a small button on the side of their rifles, releasing their magazines.
AIRFORCE
The Airforce Units were of course, flying at such a rapid pace that when they were so close to the ground, they only remained in their view point for a few seconds. Already flying out of sight of their original target, they began their descent towards the open water, possibly aimed towards their next aerial targets. Regardless, their bombs and bullets took their tole. several thousand 25mm depleted uranium rounds smashed into the ground, sending massive amounts of dirt and sand spraying about the air, and several pieces of brass and uranium shrapnel throughout the air. Despite having their own soldiers below, the planes cared relatively little for this, and watched as how a single infantry unit, out in the distance, was struck in the chest by a stray round, this tearing through his body armor, cutting a deep hole into his sternum, this immediately destroying his primary thyroid gland, and carving massive holes in his lungs. His lungs of course, collapsed at the sudden depressurization of his chest, the heavy round tearing a massive hole in his chest and finally break through his trachea and esophagus, the round finally exiting the body, sending parts of his sternum, heart, lungs, liver, ribcage, trachea, esophagus, pectoral and lattisumus muscle, cartilage, and stomach out the backside of his body, leaving a spray of melted and dissolved organs behind his body, which immediately folded ontop of itself like wet cardboard. As for the bombs, these each fell below into the smoke, briefly removing the mist and revealing the ground below, destroying whatever was beneath it with 256 pounds of high explosive material and shrapnel.
NAVY
The Navy Didn't do s**t.
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Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2010 10:27 am
((What about the attacks me and Archer made on the bombers?))
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