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 Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2007 5:33 pm
It's been nearly a decade since the incident in Raccoon City. The U.S. Government began to dismantle the Corporation, however, when it came time for The Umbrella Special Forces Unit, as well as the umbrella Biohazard Counter-Measure Service, to be dismantled, the Government was caught in a Quagmire with the Iraq War, as well as Afghanistan. The two Firms remained untouched, and in fact, was given vary lucrative business opportunities in the two theatres.
From the ashes of Umbrella, rose Kerrigan Pharmaceuticals. The company was named after the former Umbrella Executive Scientist Samantha Kerrigan. While Kerrigan was given the name of the company, the company is ran by a more shady, and familiar, Umbrella employee. Kerrigan was quick to hire many key Umbrella Personnel, as well as acquire facilities owned by the corporation.
Enter the Kerrigan Pharmaceuticals Facility of Research and Developement of Drago Antiseptics, or more commonly reffered to by it's employees as the "Dragon's Lair", is located in the Meta Department of Colombia. Considered the most valuable facility owned by Kerrigan, the Dragon's Lair accomplished this by being knee-deep in the Amazon Rain Forest. However, its location also opted for more danger than the money it churned out.
The Kerrigan recently lost all communication with the facility. Fearing the facility was attacked by Marxist terrorists, the U.S. Government sent in a small Task Force of Marine Force Recon and Army Special Forces, code-named "Task Force November", to sniff out the problem. However, unbeknownst to the US Government, Kerrigan has also sent in units of their own.
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2007 7:18 pm
0400 hours
Maracay, Venezuela
The men of the Umbrella Biohazard CounterMeasure Service, Second Platoon, filed into the breifing room of their Venezuelan headquarters, men chatting and laughing away as they waited for their superior officer to enter and begin the briefing. One remained sitting in silence as he read his Soldier of Fortune Magazine. One of the men saw him and walked over, looking at what he was reading. "So, what did you do to have Umbrella come to you?" Asked the man. The man was young, the youngest, as well as most un-experienced of the group, and so, had yet to know of everyone. The silent one looked over to the young man, scanning him with his eyes before going back to his magazine. "I did my job." He told the rookie.
The rookie shook his head and turned around, walking across to his previous seat next to another group of men. "What the hell is that guy's problem?" He asked, looking back at the subject of conversation. "Azrael?" A Russian soldier asked. "He's just him. He was unjustly accused of gunning down a pair of civilians when he was in Iraq." He explained to the new guy.
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 8:24 pm
"If he gunned down some Haji Civilians, most would consider that as murder." Commented the Rookie. The Russian laughed. "Not when the Hajis are shooting at you. We call those Insurgents." The Russian Explained. The Rookie suddenly looked at Azrael with new eyes, staring at the man in curiosity. Talk quickly dwindled away when the Supervisor of the unit walked in, a folder clenched tightly in his hand. The men snapped to attention, looking straight foreward as the man walked in. "Be seated." The man ordered. Doing as they were told, the men sat down in their seats. "For those of you who don't know me, I am Colonel Casey Korbos. I will be your Supervisor for this mission." The man explained.
Removing a paper from the folder he had been carrying, the man started the briefing. "Two days ago, Kerrigan lost contact with its most valuable facilities in the Meta Department, of Colombia. AUC and FARC activities in the department are have risen as of late, and Mother believe that loss of the Dragon's Lair is why. We will infiltrate the Meta Department via helicopter, abseil down to the jungle floor, 30 Klicks away from the facility, assess the damage done to the facility, and eliminate any threat to it." The men nodded, hearing the mission and knowing what to do.
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Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2007 3:17 pm
Silence sat in the back of a Blackhawk with his men, watching and listening the men talk of past missions, and how easy this next one would be. Andy had to agree, Guerillas were always easy prey, but something was nagging at him about the Dragon's Lair...a feeling he hadn't had since he had lost the closest thing to family he had, a man he had met in Basic. But that was a long time ago, and Andy wasn't worried about it.
The Blackhawk was one of three, their mission was to drop the Marines as far into the amazon as they could, and return to base. What they didn't know was that they were being watched by Rebel AA teams...
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REDRUMEVOLEYE Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2007 11:09 am
Within only two hours the men had boarded a Russian Mil Mi-17 and were already over the boarder of Venezuela. The 32-man platoon were corraled into the helicopter. The ride was quiet, no one spoke a word. However, one Sergeant Nicolas Greene, a member of Azrael's squad, sat, copious amounds of Chew stuffed into his mouth, which he was constantly adding more. The man was a former Green Beret, and was practically filled with Southern Pride.
Azrael sat next to the man, dressed in a Pair of Converse Combat boots, Tiger-striped Jungle Camoflauge, the UBCS Vest and an Olive Shirt. He stared at the man as he placed more dip into his mouth. Greene caught the Soldier's stare, and offered him the bag. Azrael shook his head, the man shrugging and offering it to the person on the other side of him, who did the same. The Sergeant was suddenly insulted. "BUNCH OF SLACK-JAWED FAGGOTS AROUND HERE!" He cried. Azrael shook his head and adjusted his 870 that was slung on his back, placing it so the stock of the weapon could be used as a headrest. He then leaned back and closed his eyes.
The Helicopter had slipped into the Meta Department by day break, approching the Insertion Point, the Hip-H slowed to a hover, the men standing up and moving to the rear of the chopper. The men closest to the rear hatch quickly depoyed the thick ropes, watching them tumble down to the Jungle floor. The Supervisor, at the rear of the aircraft, quickly grabbed his rope and slid down, the man next to him doing the same. Upon reaching the ground, the men quickly split off, the men on the right rope going North, the men on the Left rope, going South. With any luck, they would reach the location with no injuries.
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 10:24 am
A small rebel encampment housing Stinger rockets spotted the choppers, and readied their equipment, two rockets on each helo. They fired just as the choppers passed, giving the missiles easy pickings....
As the chopper on his right burst into a fireball from multiple Stinger hits, Silence hollard at the pilot for evasive manuvers, but as the man tried to shake the missile, it clipped the tail, severing it from the rest of the craft and sending the chopper into a deathly spin towards the jungle, slamming through the canopy of trees and breaking through many branches before hitting the earth with much less force than they would have if they had been in a freefall.
The third chopper faired better, only being peppered with small arms fire, its missiles having missed. It's pilot knew it was too hot to go in with the rebels reloading for another fullsade of missiles, so he veered off and headed towards their original destination. He would radio back for a recovery team to be sent in looking for them, and he noted that their was an enemy base nearby on the transmission...
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REDRUMEVOLEYE Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2007 6:46 pm
((They'd be using SA-7s, seeing as they mainly use Russian weapons.))
Moving through the thick jungle, Azrael and his group moved quietly, making as little noise as they could. Azrael kept his eyes open, scanning the green horizon for any movement; his HK416 raised to firing position in case he should come upon a FARC or AUG Guerrilla. Azrael was in the center of the column of men who were spread out with thirty meters between them, on the far-end, the least experienced man walked, pulling out a pack of cigarettes out of his vest. As the man walked, he didn't pay any attention to the ground he was walking on. The man suddenly slipped upon an exposed root that ran into a crevice. The man began to fall, grabbing onto a root and looking down to see a rock hit the ground beneath the crevice. He then looked back up and started to climb, only to be greeted by the barrel of a .45.
The unit's heavy weapons man stared at the foolish, sorry-excuse for a soldier. "You're spooking us, mother ********." The man whispered, kneeling and looking into the man's eyes as he cocked back the hammer on his pistol. "You give away our position again... I'll kill you... Real quiet-like." He told the man before de-cocking the weapon and offering the Mercenary a hand.
The men continued on their march, Azrael quickly stopping and motioning everyone to halt. The men quickly stopped and lied upon the ground. The sounds of Spanish voices echoed through the trees. Several meters away, a pair of Marxists guerrillas were talking and laughing, one lighting a cigarette. The other smiled, patting the man on the shoulder before departing to continue on his patrol. Azrael raised his head slightly, seeing the Marxist smoking and humming a song. He clicked on his radio, sending a message. "This is Azrael. Hold your positions, I will take care of the threat." He called.
Azrael then began to crawl, making as little noise as possible as he moved. The guerilla was faced away from the mercenary, looking out to a small Guerrilla outpost. In the past, it had served as a guard-outpost for the Dragon's Lair. Kerrigan paid handsomely for the protection of the facility, enough to make both the AUC and FARC to actually cooperate. Azrael was close now, enough to smell the sweaty man that was before him. Slowly, Azrael drew his serrated Bowie from the holster that was on his shoulder. He then stood up slowly, the blade in one hand as he walked. He then moved into position to take down the guerrilla. He quickly covered the man's mouth with his open hand, then thrusted the blade into the man's back, up the rib-cage and into the man's spine. He then slowly layed the man down, slicing the man's neck to be sure he was dead.
He quickly called over the radio of the soldier's death, the men moving as quickly and as quietly to his position to formulate an attack plan on the camp.
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