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 Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2007 8:51 am
Talon had finally crossed from Isle de Gambino into Port de Gambino and continued to move towards the mainland, walking the streets slowly he heard an engine coming up behind him, around a corner, the rumbling got closer and then the distinct sound of a machine gun started. Talon's immediate thought was to dive for cover, which he found in a recessed doorway on the side of the street. His armor blended with the shadows and he was safe, watching the bullets track down the wall he was standing by only moments before.
Without his comm though he was stranded. He drew up his rifle, being fired upon automatically changed his thoughts of this entire uprising. Having already dealt with one downtowner, a jeep full with a machine gun just made his day. The vehicle turned back and openned up another line of fire, trying to draw Talon out. A quick three round burst rang from the barrel of his rifle, breaking the windshield, striking the driver in the chest and right shoulder, causing the jeep to skid out of control over the sidewalk and into a building (making it no longer a vehicle mounted turret, but more of a static defense turret for the man still on the back of the downed vehicle).
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2007 5:59 pm
[Port of Gambino - Nathan Richards, BAD END. Time: 2:50 AM]
His eyes were locked on the gap betwen the buildings, where he could see the street. There was a red glow in the sky. Fires... he realized, remembering lighter days, old bonfire parties back home.
The area is burning.
The realization seemed distant, waves of pain, ringing ears, his eyes kept seeming to drift off and lose focus.
Yeah, he was bleeding. The building on the other side of the allyway was burning, he had no cover, and some merc thugs were coming with a 50 cal. He couldn't help but smile, an edge of insanity threatening to take him over.
The jeep appeared, the front bumper, the driver, it was moving fairly slow. He could even make out the driver clearly. Dark skin, odd colored hair, maybe blue or purple, cut in one of those wild big hair styles that were popular.
Then it continued on, and the back popped into his vision. THe gunner was laughing, chatting up something he couldn't make out behind the ringing. The gun was silent however, but it was trained foward, looking down the street. The gunner didnt' seem to be paying too much attention, after all, the Job was just about Finished.
The second guy, the loader... well, he was more ominous. As he came into view, Nathan could have sworn he was staring right at him. He held something his clenched right hand, and almost carelessly, he tossed it down the alleyway.
Nathan's eyes followed it. Small, round. Hit the pavement and bounced a few times. Grenade. That explained the explosions. They were blowing out the alleyways...
Crap. That's about all he had time to think before the world exploded right in front of him. The grenade was about 3 yards away. It was going to hurt. He knew that. There was lots of fire, lots of force, he was slammed hard against the wall, the flames washed over him. And oh gods, did it hurt. IT HURT.
His body was failing him. He tried to get down and roll. Put out the fires, as the scouts had demonstrated so many times to a bored Nathan on camping trips. Instead what he was doing was thrashing ont he alleyway, screaming, screaming as loud as he could.
The fit lasted for about 10 seconds before he stopped. The building that he was pressed up against was burning... Nathan was not in good shape. Dying, he realized. The jeep had already moved down towards the next alleyway, if they knew he was there, they didn't care.
((Condition: Buildings are burning, dead are everywhere. Nathan is talking lots of hospital time and skin grafts at this point. Presuming someone saves him. If not, just Death.))
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2007 10:12 am
Talon decided that if any time was a good time to make a break in front of a loaded machine gun, it would have to be while the gunner was still stunned. He pushed off the wall he was hiding by and ran full speed across the street, letting loose one more burst, injuring the gunner, before he ducked into a sidestreet and continued forwards.
Ahead he saw multiple buildings ablaze and watched as something exploded in a nearby alley. What the hell is going on here? He rushed to the location of the explosion and saw what could be confused as a flaming corpse. The naval uniform though automatically took hold of his attention and he gently pulled the body away from the flames. "Hey buddy. Can you hear me?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2007 3:11 pm
-The Edana-
Monolith roared.
And the sky screamed with him. Torrents of metal rain pounded down upon the armored skin of the craggy beast, punctuated with a steady staccato of explosions. Horrible shrieking and grating filled the air as the obsidian giant fought desperately to keep his hold on the ship's hull. One hand lost its grip, whipping him across the surface of the hull, ripping his remaining hand's grasp away utterly.
The world whipped by in a flash, over and over again, punctuated by fields of smooth metal plating, and the occasional rush of glimmering sea. The wind whistled by while the leaden hailstorm continued to fall all around him, sending columnar plumes of rabid, foaming water rushing at Monolith from seemingly every which direction. The black leviathan twisted his head and torso this way and that, gritting his teeth, flailing his arms, legs, and tail. *WHAM* A grip. Finally.
From the point of view of those watching on the shore or on boats, the gunners had opened up on the black creature, making him lose his grip with one hand, violently whipping him to the right as he swung on his remaining handhold, then that too was was ripped from him, sending him in a wild spin that arced upwards as he traversed the length of a good portion of the hull, then back down, finally flailing about until his tail imbedded into the hull. There he swung upside down, almost comically, as the lead hail continued to assail him.
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2007 12:16 am
[Port of Gambino - Nathan Richards and Stuff. Time: 2:52 AM]
As Talon ran in, well, several things were quite obvious, and attention grabbing. One, he passed a dumpster that had a very terrified civvie girl cowering behind it. Two, the buildings on either side of him were on fire. The disabled jeep in the street relative behind him, and the downed soldier was firing up a storm at the alley he ducked behind. Enough that they were chewing up the looser material of the walls, though it was still a good 50 feet away from him, pointless fire other than to close off an escape route.
The downed soldier was muttering something over and over, it sounded like "Comply" but was hard to make out. He was curling up weakly in a ball, everything hurt, and he was fighting from under Talon's grip, his hand on burned flesh sending new spikes of pain through him.
Now, anyone that had the ability to listen onto Comm traffic in the area, simple short range radio signals, nothing too fancy, could make out a small burst of communication, coming originally from the dead Jeep.
"One enemy, sighted at position 203. Taking cover in the alleyway."
The answer, from a different male voice, one that mumbled more than talked...
"Copy. Unit 3 to intercept"
That, if you could track the signal, coming from the jeep that had been hounding the marine and the civvie he rescued. Tires squeeled, it was coming back around. The vehicle mount was in position to lay down some withering fire down the kill zone. The second man in back arming himself from a crate, with two more grenades.
More comm traffic followed, sounding mostly like status reports.
"Unit 2, all clear."
"Unit 1 is disabled, need evac."
"Unit 4, one casualty, light resistance, need fire support."
"Unit 5, all clear."
Who were they reporting in? Not clear. Omni directional transmissions, it could be in any direction, though signal strength seemed to necessitate that it be somewhere within half a mile.
Meanwhile...
Out on the commercial Terminal, a cargo ship was being loaded. Unmarked containers, black trucks, and a few 'suspicious' looking persons watching over the transfer. They had taken up position that hinted they were a bit more than just random thugs, or legit businessmen. They were picking nice, defensible positions, watching outwards, rather thant he work itself, for signs of interlopers.
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2007 6:22 am
It finally occured to Talon to let go of the burn victim's flesh. He was only making things worse. SUddenly he caught the sound of crying amongst all the sounds of burning frames of buildings and roaring engines. He came up to the dumpster slowly and peeked behind it. Talon wasn't the best with children, but he had to get her out of here along with the downed serviceman.
"Hi there. My name's Talon, I'm here to help you." He held out his gauntleted hand to the girl and she came forwards. "Let's get you out of her-" Gunfire rang out again and the thumps of grenades striking pavement could barely be heard. Talon grabbed the girl and pushed her away from the openning of the alley then jumped back himself. THe concussive blast tore through the wall of one of the buildings, causing it to crumble from lack of support. Machine gun rounds were striking all around.
There was still the downed man to take care of, but without his comm system the only way to get him out would be to carry him. That wasn't exactly the best idea either because now the gunfire was really pouring down on their position. Talon checked his rifle's ammo counter, half a clip left. Five rounds. His sidearm wouldn't be very effective against the jeep. He peered around the corner and almost had his head taken off by the gunfire. The situation was getting dire, he needed an air strike to take out the jeep and a medivac to pick up the downed man...
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2007 2:24 pm
((So you know I've been waiting for Kupo King!.... he's been on the airfield, waiting to take off and give some air support over here for... I dunno, three weeks or something? Don't know where he's gone, but I'm taking my time so if he gets back the thing isn't all over. sweatdrop ))
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2007 4:31 pm
{{I know...I'm not taking on that jeep. I want to see an airstrike anyways. gonk }}
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2007 5:46 pm
The Captain stood behind her desk, pacing back and forth, occasionally throwing a frustrated glance towards the monitor. She flashed impatient summery blue eyes to the sergeant sitting in front of her, working at his own console. "Anything?"
"No ma'am. Still nobody out there." He tapped at his keyboard, bringing up additional images on her monitor. "My guess is they're scared shitless and don't want to act." The salt and pepper haired, stern faced sergeant replied.
She cringed a bit at his choice of words, but nodded with a grim finality, and when she looked back up, her eyes were glittering as tears threatened to well up. "Have a VF-1 prepped, Mr. Verite. I'm going out there."
Sergeant Verite grumbled. It was not a surprise to him apparently, but it was also not something he endorsed. "The only VF-1 available is a trainer, and maintenance took off an arm for repair." He waited, putting a hand to his forehead to massage it out. His frown deepened as he anticipated her next words.
"This is an emergency Mr. Verite! If that's all we have, that's what I'm going out with. Just make sure I have the proper loadout." She reached under her desk, and struggled to bring an overstuffed wine-colored leather bag to her shoulders. As she settled it on, the straps sagged deep into her.
After a moment, she stalked off.
He finally called after her, "Yes ma'am."
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2007 5:29 am
[GNG Recruitment Center, Tokugawa Mecha Bay]
[GNG Control Frequency] <>
The engines of the gaudily orange and tan fightercraft roared the moment the all clear sounded. Within, the steely-eyed Captain of the GNG recruitment outpost shoved the throttle forward even as she called back with a voice hollowed by the echo of her enclosed flight helmet, "Roger that, Tokugawa Control. Blue Knight away. Over and Out." Twin contrails streaked into the sky, chasing after the Valkyrie fighter as it took off. The thrust pushed Rachele back deeply into her seat. A dull thud sounded behind her: the wine-hued satchel she brought with her had just fallen over.
[Shortly after, at Port de Gambino...]
The orange Veritech Valkyrie Trainer streaked into the skies above the city, converting to Guardian Mode as the VF-1's targeting computer attempted to link with the local Tac-Com systems. No longer a streak in the sky, it was easier to determine the loadout of the mecha: Two hardpoints underneath the mecha glistened in the sunset's light with the long, boxy forms of mounted missile launchers. One was painted to match the Veritech, that see-it-from-a-mile-away-orange with big block letters in tan spelling out "TRAINING". The other was a much more serious looking gunmetal in hue, with five warheads poking out from the front: four transparent blue-capped warheads surrounding one conventional-seeming warhead with a shark's grin painted upon it. There was a notable lack of a left arm to the mecha's Guardian mode, and clutched in the right was the venerable GU-11 gunpod. This gunpod however also had the Training-orange paintjob.
[General Secured GNG Frequency] <>
As her voice was relayed to all GNG comm systems in the area, the blue eyed captain looked over the satellite data. The center jeep was the one she focused on as the Veritech began its attack run, hurling thick paint slugs from its blazing gunpod.
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((OOC: You are responding to an officer when using the comm system, so let's assume you guys were actually trained on comms for sake of not having to RP out discipline out of combat. When you communicate, indicate [Frequency] (if different from previous), followed by the following format:
<>
You can reply to an order or request using this format:
<>
If you're done talking to the person, you can use "Over and Out." instead of just "Over." to indicate the conversation is finished. Never use ranks, or "sir"s or "ma'am"s over frequencies if you can help it. That's just plain painting a target on your officer's forehead for your enemy.
Regarding VT-091's Loadout - The GU-11 is loaded with paint slugs used in mock combat. The paint is designed to be very thick, waterproof, and hard to remove without proper cleaning solution. 091 had neon magenta paint rounds when Rachele commandeered it. The Trainer SRM box contains weak-electromagnetic-tipped, rocket-propelled, unguided hollow tubes....sort of the mecha equivalent of Nerf darts. They are designed to hit a trainer mecha with enough impact that the mecha pilot can feel they've been hit, but not enough to cause serious damage. The blue-tipped missiles are Aqueous Foam. The last missile is a Medium Range Armor Piercing Heavy Missile - the usual "just-in-case" when one goes in without the usual warfare loadouts.))
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2007 6:13 am
Talon could hear the familiar roar of a Valkyrie's engines as it screamed by overhead and heard the paint rounds hitting the street as it moved forwards towards the jeep. He wanted to signal the fighter, but his helmet was destroyed back at the casino leaving him without his comm system. He checked over his equipment hoping to find something with which he could signal the craft. Seeing as how he was only out on patrol, the only item he had on him was a roadflare. It'd have to do. Talon pulled it from his belt, lit it and threw it as high as he could into the air, praying the pilot overhead would notice.
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2007 6:31 am
[Somewhere...]Footage of Vic Voltage carrying the unconscious Eileen Patterson displayed in repeat on the wide aspect ratio plasma screen. It would play for a short while, then stop. Flicker. Then play again and stop, flicking back to the beginning to begin anew. A leather chair swung about, obscuring our view of the man seated within it. "Yes, that's right. Yes, clearly the GNG is not capable of handling this situation. ...That's where you come in, my friend. You are going to put that sonnufabitch's face on every bounty hunter board you can find." Middle aged, thick male hands swept the air above him, one hand punctuating each word that followed: "Wanted. Dead or Alive. Bounty only if girl is returned unharmed to Isle de Gambino." The hands came down. "Yeah. That'll be good. And throw in a bunch of money signs in there." The chair swung a little to the right, exposing his arm and cinnamon-and-sugar hair cut short. High and dry. "We've been members since '03. Five hundred kay is a drop in the bucket. Good. I expect results. This whole situation is intolerable. Right. Goodbye Mr. Smith." *click* Moments later, all over the internet and all the bounty hunter newssites, images of Vic Voltage carrying Eileen accompanied $$$$$ WANTED: DEAD OR ALIVE $$$$$
Subject: Victor Voltage
Bounty: $$$ 500,000 G $$$
Extra Condition: Bounty ($) only if girl is returned unharmed to Isle de Gambino.
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2007 3:12 pm
[Port Of Gambino - Nathan Richards "What Sunset?" - Time 2:54 AM <-*points*]
Nathan wasn't in a position to report in. His comm was more like a bit of melted plastic and metal now. It had long since stopped resembling any sort of functional device. Not to mention he was fully out of it.He remained lying where Talon dropped him, focusing on breathing. It was still pretty irregular, and he still HURT all over.It probably didn't help that whatever filth was out here in the alleyway was probably seeping into his wounds. For a moment, he smiled, just thinking of how many shots he'd probably have to get after this. It'd be worse than the explosion itself.
Then there was the girl. About 15, like all peopl ethat wander the streets alone late at night. One of those typical girls. Hardly looked like she was ready for combat, all frilly clothes that were now torn to shreds, dirty, and beyond recovery. She was huddled wherever Talon pulled her too, holding her hands to her ears to try and block out the whine of the guns. Tears were rolling down her face the whole time, and she couldn't stop crying, her whole body moving with the sobs.
The open comm traffic of the Jeeps continued on...
Inbound, Inbound, we have airborne inbound. Number 3, it's on your a**.
I'm on it!
Bearing 302.45!
Hold 'er steady!
As the comm traffic could be picked up by the Valkyrie, well, there was something going on with the Jeep she was bearing down on. Paint was riddling the streets, and well, it wouldn't do good if it hit those unproected guys in back. The jeep however was moving in a straight, steady line. The machinegunner in back had traversed the gun up, and was pouring a stream of bullets towards the valkyrie. Another thing that pointed to them not just being some rookie kids. They actually lead the target appropriately for her speed.
As the paint shells came in, the second man in back tore something out of a crate, and onto his shoulders. Clear enough, it was a nice, simple Dragoon style Anti-Tank "Fire and Forget" missile launcher. Tank, Veritech, same thing, right? It'd still work. He was getting the firing solution in when...
BOOM! A paintshell hit them square on. It might have just been paint, but well, it was BIG, and it was hurled at them at high speeds.There was a loud crunch, and the gun strayed off target, blasting chunks out of the street.
Whent he paint cleared, so to speak, there was no one in the back of the jeep. squished, it was a good hit, apparently. The jeep's back end fishtailed around from the recoil, and the driver was fighting hard to keep it on the road.
Lost two, came over the radio.
In answer, there was a "Lock On" warning in the valkyrie, a moment later, an anti tank rocket launched off from the 4th jeep, farther down their line, away from the injured Marine.
Speaking of which... Jeep number two was coming to the alleyway. Its driver slammed ont he breaks in front of it... and there was the guy with the big, angry 50 cal, gun pointed right down the gap between buildings, already pressing down on the trigger, just about to mow down anything that wasn't hugging the walls or hitting the dirt.
Which ment Nathan is safe, for now, as he's on the floor. The second man in back however was already reaching down into a crate. He pulled out a grenade, pulled the pin, and was about to throw.
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2007 6:06 am
[Port of Gambino - Talon Hyoji - 0255 Hours]
There was no chance Talon's body armor could withstand .50 Cal bullets at this range, and there was still the girl who sat in the line of fire. The injured man would be safe, but if the grenade made its way towards them they were all doomed.
His initial reaction had his rifle snapping up to his shoulder and a quick three round burst let loose from it, taking out the man with the crate. Two rounds left in the clip, and he most likely wasn't going to have time to reload. He pulled up his sidearm and ran back to cover the girl, hoping any bullets would stop in his body before it penetrated the armor on his opposite side. As he ran back he fired his pistol multiple times, praying that he could scare the gunner enough to throw off his aim.
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2007 6:12 am
[Port de Gambino, "Did I say sunset? I meant to say twilight/really early morning light...really!"]
The flare went up, and for a brief moment, it caught the Captain's eye. Then it fell down again, and she lost it in the blur through the city buildings. No response so far to comms...the flare...she made the call. [General Secured GNG Freq] <>
The machinegun fire came streaming in hot on the tail of the enemy transmissions her comm system had dutifully intercepted, ricocheting off the skin of the variable fighter. Rachele flinched as the first one came in, her eyes squinting and her right hand coming up reflexively to somehow ward the blows. But she shouldn't have feared: The VF-1 was built to survive mecha-grade gunfire. Antipersonnel weaponry was nothing to it. Those anti-tank launchers though...Even as the first jeep finally bloomed in a shower of thick neon magenta paint, Rachele pulled up, coaxing the one armed Guardian into the airspace above the city's roofline. The lock on shriek prompted a reactive chaff burst as the orange mecha boosted upwards while performing what would be a flat spin in fighter mode. The good tone sounded.
"Fox One." The first of the SRM-based training missiles were launched towards the jeep, with a bit of leading, with the retort of the GU-11 following shortly after, hurling several more paint rounds towards the target.
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