NationStates Jolt Archive

Luke figured he should have seen this coming. How could he have failed so miserably? He had been supposed to protect her, and now she was almost as good as dead.

When Luke Valentine's sister, Maria, had come to this college, it was known to have a high standard of excellence despite the frequent freakouts and rumours of drug pushing. The truth, however, was far more sinister.

It had all started with Maria's new boyfriend, Carlos. Extremely handsome, he had seemed too good to be true - and he was. Carlos had turned out to be a member of the local cult, the Order of the Black Star. Pactically everyone on campus had known of it, but all any one actually knew about it was rumours and innuendo. Carlos had begun by showering unconditional love and attention on Maria, which made Luke immediately suspicious. When he tried talking to Maria about it, she had shrugged him off. They had always been close, but now seemed like starngers. Then, one day, Maria had gone off to some secret place with Carlos and Luke had never seen her again.

Luke looked through the binoculars. His months of searching had finally led him to the outskirts of a heavily guarded complex. He could see guards patrolling with AK47s and automatic pistols, remote guns dotting the walls, and robed disciples picking beans in fields. It seemed that there was no way in, but he had to save Maria. The question was, How?

Deserae watches Luke from a distance. She had been wanting to talk to him for a long time. She followed him to the building and watched him watching the cult's Headquarters. She knew about what had happened with Maria and Carlos and sypathized completely. Her little sister had joined the cult a year before and she had no contact with her since. That was half of why she had followed Luke. She wanted her sister back.

The two guards stopped patrolling and began to talk.

"So Phil, you got any idea what we're guarding?"

"Nah Bob, i think its best we don't know, the boss said it was all hush-hush"

"Did he now? Well thats interesting!"

"Interesting it may be but, if you remember, it was your 'interest' that got us hit repeatedly last time!"

"But Phil!"

"SHUT IT! I've had enuf!"

"Err Phil?

What?"

"I think i saw some kids up thier"

"Oh Really and i suppose thier goning to come down and break into this place and save some people eh? Ugh... Bob.... it's like your living in the movie world... sheesh...."

"Sorry Phil..."

"It ok Bob. Want a sweet?"

"Thankyou"

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The CoVar Corporate Sentinel rolled down the long road to the Cult Compound. They were there for a visit. A business visit.

Inside, one of the CoVar Agents spoke on a cell phone. "Yes, we've going to negotiate the weapons deal, right now." There was a long pause. "Yeah, that's what I expect." And another pause. "We're armed to the teeth as per standard procedure. They would catch us unaware, nor would they if they want that shipment of weapons. Your playing the other angle?" There was a final pause. "Okay good, Varn out." The cell phone closed and the car advanced on the Cult Compound.

The man, in the black trenchcoat and wide-brimmed hat, strolled through the building on his way to meet with a government representative. He was there to make them an offer. An offer they shouldn't be able to refuse.

He closed the cell phone that had been to his ear. He would be getting a bonus in his next paycheck, if everything went right and it looked like everything would go perfect. He smiled, his face obsured by the shadow from the brim of his hat, making only that sardonic smile visible to those he passed.

Luke noticed a fancy car pulling up and a man in a wide-brimmed hat talking into a cellphon, but had no idea what he was saying. He removed his binoculars and turned around, then spotted a girl, apparently watching him. What was her name, something unusual, Deserae! Yes, she was the one who had first told him about the Cult. He beckoned her to come closer.

"Hey, Deserae, fancy meeting you here! I wonder if you could help me..."

Deserae: *slightly grins* "Anything, Luke.."

***In the forest surrounding the compound***

A group of trained agents silently creep towards the compound.

"Okay men, you know the drill... We go in there and bust their asses..."

"Yes, sir..."

"Go, go, go..."

OOC: Would you mind if I took on the role of the cult?

OOC: No problemo

IC: "Remember that cult you told me about? Well, it looks like it's here, and what's more, my sister has been taken in. Her name's Maria. I don't suppose you'd help me rescue her?" Suddenly he stiffened. There were noises in the undergrowth. To anyone who had not spent at least a year at military school, it would have been unnoticeable. However, Luke recognised the sound of soldiers sneaking up on him. "Uh, Desarae, I think we may have company..."

The two guards looked at the car.

"Err... Phil should we let them in?"

"Of course we can! Their on a business trip. That means we let them in no problems!....Duh!"

"Sorry Boss"

"Thats ok"

They waved the car in then shut the gates, then continued to patrol.

The soldiers stare as the car drives in... Before the gates close, the soldiers begin firing Bushwacker Missiles at the compound and lobbing mortar shells and grenades over the wall...

The commandos stare as the car drives in... A commando is latched on to the bottom of the car... The commandos begin attacking the compound using Bushwacker Missiles, destroyer the compound gate. Three commandos run inside firing semi-automatic and automatic machine guns...

OOC: That seems like a bit much FCN. (To the others) Mind if I join in?

OOC: Better?

OOC: No. The term 'Commando' is usually used when refering to someone extremely stealthy, despite the Scwarthzaneggar movie by the same name.

Deserae: *nods and lets Luke lead her to safety*

OOC: No. The term 'Commando' is usually used when refering to someone extremely stealthy, despite the Scwarthzaneggar movie by the same name.

OOC: What I mean is 'Sam Fisher' your way in.

OOC:All are welcome.

IC:Luke and Desarae ran to the back of the compound, where there was a barbed wire fence protecting the outer border of a forest, presumably owned by the Cult. The soldiers were nowhere in sight.

"I think we'll be safe here," said Luke. "Any idea of how to get in?"

Deserae: *shook her head* "No idea. Marcie never talked about it before she left."

OOC: Umm... What happened to my soldiers? Oh well...

IC: The soldiers after blasting apart a chunk of the compound wall creep into the compound... Two of them are cut apart by machine gun fire...

The Car swirves for the nearest building, using it as cover as a shell explodes next to it. Nothing more than the paint is damaged in the explosion due to the extensive armor, built into the car.

"What the hell," the driver yells, surprised by the attack.

"Don't worry," the CoVar Agent states calmly. "Intel, expected as such."

The car pull safely behind a building the passengers inside waiting patiently for the remaining attackers to be slaughtered.

OOC: The man in the wide-brimmed hat is meeting with government officials, elsewhere. The CoVar Agent is the guy in the car on the cellphone, he was talking to the man in the wide-brimmed hat on the cellphone.

The man in the wide-brimmed hat and trenchcoat, reached his destination. Calmly he approached a desk secretary. "I'm supposed to meet with one of your officials," he stated.

"On what matter," the secretary asked.

"That will be discussed between me and the official," the cold respond came.

OOC: I am assuming this is taking place in whatever nation the cult is based in. Someone else will need to respond to the man in the wide-brimmed hat.

OOC: We ran away.
IC: Luke threw up his hand, but it was too late. He was hit on the head by a chunk of masonry anf fell unconscious.

Inside the compound, two cult soldiers stopped beside atall pillar. The other 11 men in their patrol team had died when a chiukl of wall had exploded nearthem, and a group of soldiers crawled through. A few got hit, but most of the enemy forces managed to get in, and were taking cover near bye.
As soldiers of the Elite Cult Guard, Gart and Francis were armed well, an M16 at hand, two automatic pistols and a small grenade propelor.
They watched the enemy soldiers who were sat wiping dust from themselves, watching the walls for remote arms fire, not the ground.
Using hand signals, the two men communicated that they should attack.
Finally, just as the men began to leave their cover, Francis and Gart opened fire on them, round after round firing through the group.
Losses please..

Three soldiers fell to the bullets dead. Four more were wounded. One of the wounded pulls up his machine gun with the grenade launcher attached and fires a round at the two men...

(this probably seems a little godmody, but i do want these two to live a bit longer so I can get into this Rp, lol)

Gart acknoldges the incoming genade and dives to his left, taking Francis with him. As they dive they continue to fire to the injured men. As they hit the ground hard, they grenae crashees into the large wall, blowing debris onto the men. Gart receives a few nasty cuts on his kleft leg, but Francis survives unscaved.
As tey scramble to their feet, they continue to fire back at the men, not sure if they were dead yet...

The wounded men prop up the dead bodies of their comrades as a shield and return fire. Additional soldiers begin to crawl through the hole in the wall. The compound gate comes crashing down as it is hit by a powerful Bushwacker missile, blowing it off the hinges. Five soldiers creep into the compound, guns raised. More are behind them...

The 2 soldiers csramble to theri feet and find themselves behind an arching pillar being sprayed with ammunition. Francis reaches into his pocket and pulls out a clear sachet with blod inside, he tears off the lid, lets out a scream and tosses it on the floor. As the blood trickels out gart and Francis disapear down a man hole, planting 3 c4 charges before leaving...

A lone man sits in a large tree overlooking the compound, shaking his head in disgust at the tactics of the invading soldiers. A customized W2000 hangs by a safari strap in the branches next to him. The man is of average height, about 6'0", with a strong build from years of strenuous PT. His jet-black hair and blue eyes complement his poster-boy good looks. A Berretta M92FS is shoved through his belt, along with a survival knife. He is dressed in black fatigues, complete with fingerless tactical gloves and combat boots. The mercenary observes the compound through a pair of military-grade binoculars.

Deserae: *looking through the bonoculars* "Good God! There are a lot of people fighting there. We might be able to get our sisters our without much trouble after all...."

The soldiers begin to get backup as reinforcements begin to stream into the compound... Suddenly sounds of tanks are heard...

Gart and Francis hear a loud clunk as five automated heavy macine gun turrets spring to life from the top of a concrete wall.
The two cntinue firing rounds from their positions, avoiding enemy fire well so far.
As the bloodhsead continues, they hear the rumbling of tanks-

"Sound like a bit of trouble there G"

"No way, two light tanks, three at the very most. Anyway, whens our surprise getting here?"

"Should be any minute G"

"Good, keep firing"

The two spin arround the edge of the pillar and run to a nother as it collapses under the heavy fire.
Then from the walls of the main building opens a large, hexagonal steel door. The electonic opening devices creak as it moves, but as soon as it is open, men begin streaming out, aswell as a few special weapons. Mainly jeeps with heavy machine guns onboard and quad bikes with two small automated guns above each wheel.
From way above the main building, in some of the trees that grew over it gun fire began raining down on the enemy troops.
In the return fire, three men fell from their trees, and four of the men scrambling form the building were killed.

The mercenary sets the binoc's aside and takes up his rifle. Zooming in, he observes the chaos in the compound, the laser range-finder he had installed constanlty changing as he swept the courtyard. He kept a finger on the first trigger of his weapon, just in case...

The mercenary sets the binoc's aside and takes up his rifle. Zooming in, he observes the chaos in the compound, the laser range-finder he had installed constanlty changing as he swept the courtyard. He kept a finger on the first trigger of his weapon, just in case...

OOC-who are you fighting against?

OOC: He's scanning for the people with the most expensive equipment, hopefully they'll pay the most after he drops several of the poorer ones. He is a mercenary after all. Or I could arrange for payment to have been wired in the past by one of the participants, and he could snipe for them.

Out of the woods come two T-72s and a group of soldiers, All belonging to the 19th Armored Divison. They start to attack the cult members.

Return fire echoes arround through the trees from ten heavy duty automatic machine gun turrets.
Gart and Francis begin moving to their positions to the east...

"Hey G, we there yet?"

"Just about franky, you ready to pick out some cheesy foreign bar stewards? ha ha"

"Lets do it, Im ready"

"Then you can turn arround now and see everything thats happening!"

"Whoa!!!"

Francis turns and finds himself atop the biggest tree in the area, observing the vicuos fight below.

"Now Franky,n I know my way round up here,so just follow, k?"

"K G"

"Right, now hold this"

Gart passes a bottle with a torn peice of hankerchef in the neck, He als has one himself.

"Franky, this bottle is filled with a mixture of calcium Carbide and water- when they mix they make acetylene carbonate . So, when the bottle smashes down their we have one hell of a fireball"

"Jesus G, how'd ya knwo this stuff?"

"I need to to Francis, because you clearly do not!"

"Ah, I see G"

"Of course you do" handing another bottle to Francis "In this bottle is Thermite. This stuff basicly vapourises what it touches so we put this" Handing another small package to Francis "On top"

"Whats this do G?" Holding up the small brown package

"In there Francis is Petrol and potassium permanganate , thats the stuff in a snake bite kit. This stuff makes one hell of a big bang when it hits something hard-the bottle smashes and spreads the thermite everyhere"

"Good plan G"

"Finally my boy, we have this" Holding up a long tube of glass. " Sugar and Salt Peter, thers enough in here o turn that clearing into a smoke room. Now, dropped togethor this lot will cause havoc, and thats how were gonna do it, so are you ready?"

A hysterical Fracis calls back "Ye Ye, Ready!!!"

"Then, 3,2,1 Now!"

They drop all the bottles, and the smoke bomb, which falls faster due to its weight...

Just before the lot hits the ground, Gart and Francis make fast tracks away from the tree they were stood on, to another wich has a small box on it.

Luke grabbed Desarae's arm and pulled her back a few metres. "Hurry, that stuff's lethal!" he exclaimed. When they had retreated to a safe distance, Luke peered again through his binoculars. The fight was moving away from the gap in the wall. There would be a small window of oppertunity before...

"This way, quickly," he shouted, and sprinted for the hole.

From the next box in the trees Gart and Francis look upon the moving couple.

"Look Franky, these are the times when your glad you have a sniper watching those two **Merceneries-Payment will be sent on their death**, and of course if he misses, we have our own..."

"Yer...Haha, hu, haha"

"As Francis laughs, Gart opens the large wooden box and begins removing tubes and flasks"

"Whats here G?"

"here we have a few special treatmenst for them on the ground" Gart pulls out a large barrel with a soap bar on the side" This is soap mixed with petrol, or napalm, or fire. Put this on those ridges would you" Gart points to some engraves cuts in a long tree branch which stretched right to the compound, and accross the attacking men.

"Sure"

Francis placed the to edges of the bvarrel into the grooves like a train, tok out the cap and kicked the barrel, Napalm began leaking slowly as it rolled down the branch.

"Good work, now when the first drip hits the ground, fire a few bullets into it"

"Yep G"

"Now, this is Solidox, just drop this and were off. Oh, and call the mercenry, tell him to fire and he'l get payment soon enough"

"Whatever you say G"

From the next box in the trees Gart and Francis look upon the moving couple.

"Look Franky, these are the times when your glad you have a sniper watching those two **Merceneries-Payment will be sent on their death**, and of course if he misses, we have our own..."

"Yer...Haha, hu, haha"

"As Francis laughs, Gart opens the large wooden box and begins removing tubes and flasks"

"Whats here G?"

"here we have a few special treatmenst for them on the ground" Gart pulls out a large barrel with a soap bar on the side" This is soap mixed with petrol, or napalm, or fire. Put this on those ridges would you" Gart points to some engraves cuts in a long tree branch which stretched right to the compound, and accross the attacking men.

"Sure"

Francis placed the to edges of the bvarrel into the grooves like a train, tok out the cap and kicked the barrel, Napalm began leaking slowly as it rolled down the branch.

"Good work, now when the first drip hits the ground, fire a few bullets into it"

"Yep G"

"Now, this is Solidox, just drop this and were off. Oh, and call the mercenry, tell him to fire and he'l get payment soon enough"

"Whatever you say G"

OOC: Who do you want me to shoot?

OOC-Luke & Desarae please.

A sniper shoots at the mercenry, hiting him.

A sniper shoots at the mercenry, hiting him.

OOC: I post my own losses, punk. That's RP etiquette 101.

OOC: That, and don't be pulling stuff outta your ass. My guy hasn't fired a shot yet, is sitting inside a large tree, in the shadows, and is wearing black. You ain't finding him. His rifle is also outfitted with an integral sound and flash supressor, making him even harder to detect.

IC: The mercenary zero's in on the liquid, then pulls the trigger. A .300 WinMag sails through the air, hitting the pavement. The sparks from the steel jacket scraping the pavement ignites the liquid. "Good enough?" He asks through his headset.

Deserae: *grabs Luke's arm* "MOVE! I heard a gunshot!"

OOC: The mercenary's custom W2000 has an integral sound and flash supressor, the shot sounded more like a slight click, which was the bolt operating.

OOC: ok whatever, GM.. *rolls eyes* geeze

His rifle is also outfitted with an integral sound and flash supressor, making him even harder to detect.

OOC: It's right here. Don't make me quote myself :lol:
If you think it's a god-mod, I can find you some reading material on the topic. It's basically the same rig that's on an MP5SD, which is so effective that the sound of the bolt clicking muffles the noise of the surpressed shot.

OOC: whatever then. Deserae didn't hear your gun. and gets killed and.... fuggit.. I don't care anymore... :cry:

OOC: The shot was at this 'liquid' stuff that one fella has. I don't really know what it does, so I don't think you're dead.

*Bump*

OOC: The shot was at this 'liquid' stuff that one fella has. I don't really know what it does, so I don't think you're dead.

Well the liquid is an enhanced version of napalm, which burns.
And it ignites pretty quick to, so if they were anywhere near the napalm, they would either be really badly burnt and/or dead.