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The crapes camera crew scanned the desolate wasteland before them. The nation that was once known as Tosers is now a vast graveyard of corpses and the once prosperous capital of Tosers is now no more than a ruin.
"Come on we got enough material now!" shouted the camera man.
As they started packing away John the sound man heard a rustle in the nearby wreckage of a car. "What was that?" he said as he edged towards the vehicle. The rest of the crew followed and as John bent down to look into the window.....
..... "Come on lets go!" complained Phil the camera man. The crew started to walk away when John suddenly gave out a cry of help.
The crew span round and were shocked at what they saw
The mutant had smashed Johns face in and it scooped out his brain. Another mutant appeared from behind and reached out a bloody hand towards them
"sweet Jes......"

The helecopter made a landing where the camera crew was suppost to meat. It touched down softly and slowly it came to a stop. A single man jumped out and look around at the barren landscape.

"Where are they, there suppost to be here."

He continued to look but all he saw was the ruin of the Tosers capital.

"They better hurry up, whats the time Jim?"

No answer came.

"Jim whats the time?"

Still no answer came. He walked over to the chopper slowly and opened the door. He jumped back as the limp body of Jim fell from the chopper. Jim's jaw was tore off, by human hands, he neck was broken and there was a whole in his stomach in which part of his intestines hanging out. Bob was almost sick, he look in the chopper seeing a mutated man eating some of Jims intestines.

"Oh my GOD!!"

Bob ran away from the chopper and ran deeper into the city, he turned a corner only to see a hord of people slowly approaching him. He ran to a door, but it wouldn't open. They came closer, and closer, Bob couldn't get the door open until it was to late..........

The camera crew had been missing on the wasteland known as Tosers for a number of weeks after they had left to film a documentary on the nation.
A Busby civillian chopper had also gone in to pick up the crew. It never returned.
The crapes army has sent in a small extraction team to rescue the crew and pilots. The Crapes president has announced to the people what has happened without scaring the people.
We believe that a terrorist organisation has captured the people. A team of peace talkers have also gone in....

(OOC - I'd like to join this, where do you see it going? do you have characters in mind?)

OOC: Well the background story is this:

Tosers is an ex nation. Crapes and I liberated it from its obresser and attempted to set up a government. However, the people were less than happy, so they blew up the government building there. We did send some troops in to contain the riots but the country was against us. After a short campaign we withdrew. However, it was decided that the people the terrorist organisations couldn't be allowed to run the country because they had nuclear power. So we launched Operation Dinamo. We would air strike the main terrorist buildings and power plants. We also cut off all routes going in and out of Tosers to try and make them surrender..... however, a stray Crapes missile went off course and hit a nuclear power station causing a melt down. This was a huge explosion which nearly wiped out the country. All that remained was a wasteland.

Anyway back to the point... we will be letting people join in, but at the moment we think that its terrorists, so you can get a camera crew in Tosers to inspect the destruction and go from there.

a TSD agent that was placed in this wastland runs from a group of zombies that sohow know he's a spy.

TSD spy:oh goodness! this sucks.

he reaches a deadend so he turns and pulls out his blaster Pistol and starts fireing.

he takes out 6 before they are upon him.

"AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEE!"

blood spatters onto the ruined buildings.

I would like to inform everyone that it was not my missile that hit the power plant because i didn`t fire any missiles!
I carpet bombed the cities and terrorist buildings!

MESSAGE TO THE COUNTRIES OF THE WORLD:

Greetings, we wish to declair that the ruins of Tosers are under Busby and Crapes military supervision. We wish that no-one go in because we cannot be held responsible for what happens to them. Any person that is not part of the Busby or Crapes military will be arrested, (If captured by Crapes, possibly shot.)

Thank you.

The 4 Humvees sped across the desert waste towards their target, The capital of Tosers or what was left of it.
In three of the vehicles is a platoon of recon troops who are there to protect the occupants of the fourth Humvee. The pece talkers. The Pt was there to talk to the terrorists to release the hostages.
The land in Tosers and the area within 5 miles is out of bounds to any and all non-personnel people.
Tresspassers wilkl be shot, survivers shot again.

The Dominion of Kotterdam watches the events within Tosers with interest. We would like to notify both Crapes and Busby that a team from one of our leading universities was on site within the former nation before the restrictions were placed into effect to examine the effects the radiation has had on the local wildlife, and may still be within the wasteland. As of now, it has been almost a week since they have been heard from.

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Sharpe checked his pack, thankful for the ammo he'd salvaged off Rawlins' body. The security guards had come along with the scientists to make sure they didn't have any trouble with looters, and the like. Him, Rollins, and one other, Tracy McKay had set out along with the scientists from the university, twelve of those in total. Now it was just him, McKay, and Professor Weinstein left. The damned mutants... Damned zombies.

The former soldier glanced over at the sleeping forms of the other two before glancing around once more using his piezoelectric infrared monocular. No company. His arms cradled his FAL, the big 7.62mm rifle made civilian legal by rendering it incapable of full-automatic fire. McKay had a similar weapon. She'd tried to keep it secret, but she'd modified hers to return it to fully-automatic. Sharpe knew nearly everything that went on in his outfit. He made it his business to know.

Suddenly, his sharp ears picked up a noise out in the darkness. They'd gone to sleep without a fire simply because it would draw attention, but now the thermal blankets he'd wrapped around them to hold the warmth in became an added bonus. Who knew? Maybe the mutated bastards could see into the infrared. Reaching out with his foot, he nudged McKay and Weinstein, glancing down for just a second to see the doctor reach for the shotgun he'd scavenged from Rawlins.

Glancing back up, he held up a finger to his lips for silence. There was something out there, maybe hostile, maybe not, but Sharpe wasn't taking any chances. Not with his life and the life of his charges. The contract said to bring everyone home, and he was going to do his damnedest to see that the ones left alive stayed that way.

(Hey... If it's too late to join, just ignore me. :D)

(Edit: Woo! Two hundred and fifty posts! I'm a Powerbroker! :lol:)

(ooc-The nation of crapes welcomes you and we will do all we can to rescue your men and women.)

Sgt Hawkins sat in the uncomfortable seat of the Mk 7 Humvee transport. He read the short novel he was writng over and over again as if to comfort him, he had a hunch that the 'hostages' were dead and that this was a suicide mission. He didn`t want to die.
Suddenly something came up on the scanners, Maybe the hostages had escaped and had came to find us he thought.
The Humvee came to a stop and the instructions of the other officers for their men to fan out were heard. The sgt led his men out of the Humvee and into the cover of a nearby building.
The Lt and his men came towards Hawkins and pullled out a thermal scanner
The heads up display on the scanner showed a number of people sleeping by each other. One person was awake. A small icon showed that the people were armed with FAL 7.62mm rifles and other weapons.
"Whatr do we do now sir" asked Hawkins
"We are still a few miles away from their position. Hide the Humvees in the ruins and get the PTs to safety. Now we wait...."

The Imperial Navy has a nuclear cleanup technique it is willing to emply if you wish. in just 3 hours, we can vent Tosers of radiation.

A little line of Busby humvees, armed with a M-60, while the troops inside armed with the standard Car-15, some equiped with the attacted genade launcher. The sergent in each humvee briefed the men.

"Ok, as of 08:00 hours we lost contact with the civilian chopper. We suspect terrorist but that was proved wrong by scouts in the air, there is no military complex built up in this area."

"So what are we doing here?" A pvt shouted

"We are to investigate the chopper and find the mission camera crew and pilots."

"Oh great another search and rescue mission."

"If you have a problem with search and rescue missions, there is a toliet back at the base that needs scubbing."

The guys laughed.

The 5 humvees continued of the dry desert road and headed towards the chopper. They circled it and finally stopped. The troops got out and quickly approached the chopper only finding the body of the pilot Jim.

"Sir we got the pilot."

"Is he alive?"

"No sir, there is a hole in his chest." The soldier put his hand into the body. "And it would seem someone has ripped out some organs, oh and his jaw."

"Whats wrong with his jaw."

"Its not there, ripped off. My guess by human hands."

The surrounding troops seemed shocked that something could do that. The sergent nodded, ok lets head deeper into the city. They all climbed onboard and drive deeper into the ruined city.

(ooc) Thanks for the offer Imperial Navy but we can handle this our way

The convoy had been camped out in the ruined factory for a few hours and Paul was getting bored. The PT had come to talk to the terrorrists but now he had found out that they weren`t here and all they can do is wait for these people which the convoy has been spying on to do something.
"Hey Bill, tell the Lt I`m goin for a piss."
"Ok" said Bill
Paul walked off "Shouldn`t go to far" he said "Over here seems ok"
Paul edged towards a clump of rocks. When he felt that he was safe he unzipped himself
"ooooooh thats better" Paul relaxed and as he came to an end something moved from below.
"What the..." Suddenly a piss soaked zombie shot up and grabbed his groin, with a pull the groin came away from the rest of Pauls body as he fell screaming. Unfortunatly know one heard him as he was dragged screaming into the rocky out crop. 1st platoon came to late.....

The humvees continued into the center of the ruined city, still a bit of radiation remains from the clean up a few years ago. Then a figure walked out infront of the humvees. They came to a stop, a sergent stepped out and walked towards the figure, all the time the person ontop of the humvee with the M-60 aiming at the figure. The sergent came in arms reach of the figure, until it gripped his head and tore it off. Blood sprayed from the neck and the head rolled down the road.

"Holy Shit."

The soldier ontop of the humvee open fired riddling the figure with bullets and blowing it apart. Two troops ran to the body of the dead sergent. They both looked down at the body, until they saw a group of figures approaching them. They stepped back slowly aiming their guns at them. While another group of the figures came from the sides and the rear. They were surrounded. Everystep the figures took the faster the troops heart beat, they were waiting for the order to fire. It seemed like an iternity when the Sergent shouted open fire. They all opened fire at the figures, doing little effect. The only thing that did any effect was the M-60's. However, they were getting closer and closer.

"Lets go, unequip the M-60's from the humvees and head into the city." The sergent shouted.

The troops in groups of six left the humvees and fled into the city for cover. Not knowing what will happen next.

The Thelas government would like to send several scientists to investigate the aftermath of a nuclear exsplotion, we would of couse send escorts, is this okay?

Picking over the remains of dead nation.
Oh well, it's better than nuking another one.

:o

It is not yet ok to enter Tosers just yet. We cannot go into detail about it but it has turned into a dangerous place. We will soon contact you when it is clear.

OOC: If you feel you want to just go into Tosers to get envolved feel free.

Sharpe frowned. It wasn't like the zombies to lurk in the dark for so long without attacking. The first time, it almost seemed as if they melted out of the very shadows, and by the time you knew they were there, they were upon you. Reaching down to one of his fatigue pockets, he gestured to McKay to make ready in case they attacked.

Fishing out his monocular, he held down the piezoelectric charge handle and flashed the infrared illuminator twice, his eye held to the viewer to see if they would respond. Invisible to the naked eye, anyone with infrared would see the flash as brightly as if he had flicked on a lightbulb.

a TSD operative hides out in a building awaiting rescue.

he armed with a Blaster Pistol and a E-11 Blaster Rifle waits for the Zombie creatures to come for him.

The Lt saw the bright flash of light as bright as a bulb
"What are they doing" asked the Sgt
"I don`t kno...."
Suddenly the intercom burst alive with voices. It was 1st platoon requesting permission to approach some trespassers.
"Kill them" replied the Lt.....

......The 3 people were almost crawling through the ruins but they were definatly humans
The Humvee approached the people and they broke into a run to get to the vehicle, thinking they were thier rescuers. "FIRE" screamed the Sgt.
Small bursts of fire ripped through the peoples clothing and the bodies dropped to the floor......

After a short run, the four pvt's stopped behind a burnt out car. They sat in silents trying to get their thoughts together.

"Who has the M-60?" A pvt spoke out.

"I do." A tall man stood up.

"Whats your name?"

"Pvt Banks."

"Ok Banks, i am Mills and this is Charley and Baker."

The two guys nodded. Mills got out a mini map and layed it on the ground. He tried to calculate the location they were at and where the humvees were.

"Ok, it would seem we are here, now if i am not mistaken there was a Crapes Humvee convey about four clicks west from this point. We need to meet back up with them."

"What about the rest of our teams?" Asked Charley

"Hopefully we will come across some, but lets hope that they will figure out where to go. Ok lets move out."

They all got their equipment and started to take the long walked to the Crapes convey.

Beta/Zega Teams.

The two teams open fired on the incoming creatures. The two M-60's ripping through the flesh of the creatures and the Car-15 slowly taking them down. However, every one they took down it seemed that another two appear.

"Sir, this is no good. There is to many we need to fall back."

"Understood, head for that building we will back a stand there. All guys fall back."

The two teams fell back to the building smashing the door down and blockading it, with two blanks of wood. However, they were hitting the door, and it would come through any minute.

"Sir, we can divert them away from us if two of us went out there."

"Ok, you and James go, take the M-60, fire once then run like hell."

They both nodded and went out of a window. They prayed that this worked.

BUMP!!

The Lt saw the bright flash of light as bright as a bulb
"What are they doing" asked the Sgt
"I don`t kno...."
Suddenly the intercom burst alive with voices. It was 1st platoon requesting permission to approach some trespassers.
"Kill them" replied the Lt.....

Again, Sharpe flashed his infrared illuminator twice, just to make sure he had the attention of whoever was out there... Then he began sending his message in earnest. Tapping out his message in morse code over the illuminator, he sent the following:

S O S... S O S... UNIVERSITY OF NEW HOPE STOP THREE SURVIVORS STOP ALL OTHERS DEAD STOP

Sharpe almost left it at that, but just as he was about to lift the monocular to his eye, the impulse struck him. Hoping against hope that whoever was out there could see and understand his message, he sent three more words in morse:

ARE YOU HUMAN

The Lt saw the flashes as one of the troopers decoded it
"They say they need help sir"
"Ok Lets move out"

The three Humvees sped towards the flashing lights, The weapons were locked and loaded......

The four pvt's activated their night vision goggles, as it was getting dark. They could see a encampment of people, around a fire. They slowly approached them as the goggles scanned the targets to see who they were. The scanner showed up Human, Crapes military personal. The troops lowered their weapons and walked up to them. One of the pvts put his hand of a Crapes trooper shoulder.............

..........The trooper span round and drew his desert eagle unloading 3 shots into the troopers shoulder. The Busby trooper fell to the floor. Another trooper ran forward and smashed the Crapes soldier in the jaw with the butt of the gun.The other soldiers grabbed their weapons
"12 against 4" said the M60 Gunner.
The tension mounted until a Busby trooper spoke "What the hell!"
The troopers dropped their guns as they realised how stupid they were.

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Sharpe dropped the monocular from his eye, shouldering his weapon. If it was the zombies, by the time he got there, they would all be dead. There was nothing he could do but watch. After that one flash of gunfire, though, there didn't seem to be much more. Lying on his stomach, Sharpe waited.

The TSD operative hears groans from outside the building, he ready's his Blasters and starts to break out into a sweat.

TSD O:oh please o PLEASE this cannot be happening

hartford 2 has just ended up like Tosers :lol:

(ooc) who is still taking part in the story?!? it was very good :cry:

I will Dave so don't worry. :)