NationStates Jolt Archive

(OOC OK, this is totally open, with no real plot. Make it up as we go, add yourselves and do as you please. Please try not to have powerful characters, I want a relaisitc rp abnout normal people. No superheros, no fantasy (I want to rp realisitic stuff) and no future tech. Some future tech acceptable, but not rail guns etc. Have fun and rp well!)

Jules stood atop the half destroyed tower, the cold wind of being of high and the walls being blown off, a pile of rubble due to the bombs. He crouched on top, looking trhough the scope, his hands shaking a little due to the cold. He brought his trenchcoat around his closer to keepp himself warm and continued to stare through the glass eye.

He looked to any position for any survivors....any enemies which still lurked. Jules wondered how the hell they just survived this one, the tower which he was upon was half wrecked, another blast might send it toppling. Still, Jules thought, it provided a great vantage point. Yet damn this bloody cold!

Jule's hands where getting numb, his sniper rifle a little shaky as a result. He sneezed and almost hit himself for doing it. Snow was begining to fall, thankfully for Jules, he had a little shelter from snow. And bullets.

The city looked peaceful...no-one moved or stirred, the snow was gently covering the whole city in a light coating of white. Jules tried to look for people's breath as it condensed in the air, his own muffled by a scarf, not that it did much good.

The sniper watched...looking for allies and enemies alike.

OOC: Gee thanks. You take the sniper the rest of us are targets.

OOC:

no plot, no fantasy, and no future tech

geez...and this is from a vampire nation

Thomas looked up, and up, and spotted the sniper concealed in the tower, shaking his head at whoever it was, "horrible hide" he thought to himself, as he crept along the sidewalk as close as possible to the building, his weapon held low, he stopped by a pine tree, taking a few of the needles from the branch he began to chew them to eliminate his breath, then, snapping off a branch he removed his helmet and set it on the stick, raising it so the sniper could see it, "let's judge his intentions shall we?" he thought to himself...

(OOC Vampire nation? I aint a vampire nation. This is not even a nation. Just a profile. Anyway, who said you had to be the enemy? Civilians? Neutrals? Did you want me to do a little bit of future into this?)

JUle scoured the area, the wind blwoing again, freezing his skin. He was despreately cold...he thought he might have to move soon.

Not really a soldier, just someone who hunted game occasionally, now in this desperate situation. Only 23, he held the sniper rifle correctly. He looked around, looking for a target. He did not know when help might come...

He looked....there where trees...leaves..all covered in snow. Then something interesting came up. A helmet! There we are...

He took aim, trying to settle his numb hands from shaking. The recent events had his head going, his body shook. He put the crosshair in the center, and hesitated for only a second. What if I miss?

He squeezed the trigger as the bullet flew into the helmet. He sniffed and looked on t see if he had got a kill. Assuming he had in his inexperiance, he slowly got up and headed to walk down the tower.

"the hat trick always works" thought thomas to himself, positioning himself he raised his C-7 and glanced through the limited scope, he could see the sniper, not clearly but well enough, he laughed to himself and fingered the safety off, loading a grenade round into the overunder chamber he sighted and fired at the base of the tower...

a APC comes in and starts shooting at a strip club. "Die unholy people of the Devil" said the commander.

meanwhile a great rage was building, A small mob was attaching themselves to automatic weapons and moltov cocktails. A harsh rusty smell loomed on the lower levels of the war anchored city. "Khang we need to leave now, the hudd are on are tails," Lt. kroc was a buff man, his shoulders as broad as the once beatiful mountains that lay on the brick red horizan. " People, we must be on are way. The hour is nearing and the kings is abound the city." The mob broke out to gather what was left of thier supplies as they prepare to head out.

Khang's boots were sporting big holes, his tatered tunic layed damp on his arms. The sky gained a dark hue as the crimson sun bailed behind the hills. The mob stormed the lower city with honour and valour, Thier weapons gracfully swung by thier sides.

"the hat trick always works" thought thomas to himself, positioning himself he raised his C-7 and glanced through the limited scope, he could see the sniper, not clearly but well enough, he laughed to himself and fingered the safety off, loading a grenade round into the overunder chamber he sighted and fired at the base of the tower...

The explosion send a cloud of snow into the air. Jules did not have a clue. The tower shook, and Jules fell to the ground, slamming his head against the stone wall. He was dazed...he did not know what the hell happened. A tank perhaps? Everything seemed dark...a dull pain in his head rang...

Then...the unthinkable happened...Jules felt himself....falling! The entire tower was collapsing, the thing was toppling over! He closed his eyes and held his hands around his face, his sniper rifle left his side.

The stone tower crashed down onto the floor away from Thomas...a great cloud of dust and snow came up as the rubble crashed down, the brickwork collapsing. There was no way he could have survived that....but still...

thomas moved over to the ruin of the tower to take possesion of the snipers scope, his custom...

The tower was in total ruins, the entire amount of bricks where jumbled all over the place, putting great depressions into snow.

No sign of Jules...

Dio was scouting arround after bombs hit in a Kelln Pattern Sentinel. The walker keep a steady pace as he scouted arround, seeing if he could find anything. He emmerged from a patch of forest and stoped at the edge, engaging thermal scanners upon he town, seeing to find any possible survivors.



OOC the walker...
http://www.games-workshop.com/40kuniverse/warhammer40k/imperialguard/us/catalog/images/cadian_sentinel_sm.gif
Hope it acceptible Kain :D
If you wants its arments let me know, othewise they will be explained as we go its not some 'super power mech' so dont worry

Major Petersen guided the A-4 to the target. He locked his two 500-lb bombs onto the two white silouets that he saw in the infra-red display screen. He selected the remains of the sniper tower, and dropped the bombs.

The mob was gaining steady ground, when suddenly a loud boom was heard towering over them. A feeling of inpending doom poured over the group, panic spread like fire on a haystack. "People calm down, I'll go scout ahead. I'll shoot a flare off if it's safe." Khang kept his calm collective self image, after all it's what made him the leader.

Khang took off, his pace quickened, another boom was heard. His ears rang,he felt as if they were bleeding. His hand reached down to his rifle. The cold wood butt clenched in his hand, with his other he reached down for a clip in his left pocket. "Damn, i'm out" he thought to himself. He stoped behind the now snow covered hedges that cover the streets. He pulled out a large clip from his pack. It stubernly snapped in the bottom. He stood up his googles became fogged and he could make out nothing.

(Sure, that does not seem to powerful. I know what those are like in Imperial Guard armies, theya re only scouts. I am happy with that. PLease bear in mind that snow will have an effect on the termal sensors.)

JUles felt pain all over, he could not move. It was totally dark, he felt a throbbing apin in his head and his left leg. He felt like he was being crushed, he kept on blacking out. He was getting colder....his clothes getting damper due to the snow melting. His sniper rifle was no-where to be seen.

It was in actuallity still nearby, it had benn borken in half by a falling brick.

He moaned a little...he was in agony.

A group of commiuist supporters grab signs and started to march yelling "Long Live Commiuism" down the road. They want the country to be a commiuist nation. Their leader was Gergo Lenin. They got to a park and they started to fire AK-47s in the air chanting "Hail Comrade Lenin and The Red Star".

Major Petersen guided the A-4 to the target. He locked his two 500-lb bombs onto the two white silouets that he saw in the infra-red display screen. He selected the remains of the sniper tower, and dropped the bombs.

(WTF? I have no problems with bombs, but why the hell on rubble eh? Just trying to kill my character eh? I don't think so. I do not mind my characters dying...just for good reasons. Not bombs being wasted upon RUBBLE)

Tony had the tower in his sights, only to lose it in dust and smoke. He quickly got to his feet and ran towards the explosion.

http://www.nato.int/sfor/indexinf/108/s108p08a/b01030709c.jpg
Tony Kanavage

(lol, was going to ask you for some kind of description until eventually the pic showed up!)

Dio looked to the side as the tower crashed, and attempted to use his thermal sensors to see any survivors.
"Damn sensors! Work damnit!" He hit the pannel and it showed a small source of heat.
"A survivor of that? Maybe I should look?"
He started to walk his sentinel over to the source, and found a body in the ground.
He lowered the mech down, and hopped out to find Jules on the ground.
"Hey, you are you alive at all? Well if you can hear me im takin you inside."
Dio did a fireman cary on Jules and took him inside the sentinel and walked off, putting it on auto to stand in the trees again. While it went back, he did basic medical attention that he knew upon Jules, trying to wake him, and patch and problems.

The commiuist take a truck and pant Commiuism Rules on each side of it and hops in it. They start to drive to their headquarters with boxes of RPG-7s, Ak-47s, GP-30 grenade launchers, ski masks, and some Russian army uniforms. Lenin says " Today, we will take over the government and created a new Soviet nation. To commiuism and mother Russia." The men respand with " Hail Commiuism".

The commiuist take a truck and pant Commiuism Rules on each side of it and hops in it. They start to drive to their headquarters with boxes of RPG-7s, Ak-47s, GP-30 grenade launchers, ski masks, and some Russian army uniforms. Lenin says " Today, we will take over the government and created a new Soviet nation. To commiuism and mother Russia." The men respand with " Hail Commiuism".

This is why you make a plot :roll:

The commiuist take a truck and pant Commiuism Rules on each side of it and hops in it. They start to drive to their headquarters with boxes of RPG-7s, Ak-47s, GP-30 grenade launchers, ski masks, and some Russian army uniforms. Lenin says " Today, we will take over the government and created a new Soviet nation. To commiuism and mother Russia." The men respand with " Hail Commiuism".

This is why you make a plot :roll:

So very true

Whats wrong with that.

Whats wrong with that.

Hmm...lenin isn't alive...

oh nevermind...there's too many things

First this is a diffent Lenin. Second, tell what is wrong with the post.

First this is a diffent Lenin. Second, tell what is wrong with the post.

ah...nothing is...

the thread says totally open

continue

Tony came to where the tower had been, only to find a man, half frozen in the snow. Making a tent, he warmed the man by way of thermal fires as he drifted of into a deep sleep. If he had been more careful in his search, he would have found a sniper rifle, broken in half.

http://www.nato.int/sfor/indexinf/108/s108p08a/b01030709c.jpg
Tony Kanavage

*Serenity stumbles over herself as walking across the snow. She grumbles to herself about the cold and sighs as she plows forward* I must find some sort of civilization *she sees the tower and heads towards it*

*Serenity stumbles over herself as walking across the snow. She grumbles to herself about the cold and sighs as she plows forward* I must find some sort of civilization *she sees the tower and heads towards it*

the tower was blown up...

He moaned a little...he was in agony.

A woman approached Jules. A long white coat was pulled around her shoulders. Her golden blond hair was pulled back in a clip. Two guns were holstered on either side of her hips. Her mission was clear, and was usually clean cut...if she hadn't seen him before. She stood a distance aways...it would be a close shot...she didn't have a sniper, but she was a great shot. She pulled her gun from the holster and held it aimed straight at his head. Her finger twitched on the trigger. She looked at his eyes, and in that moment, she dropped her gun to the ground. She couldn't do it. She couldn't kill him...
At that moment he was pulled by someone into a sentinel. "Damn it!" she said softly. Her eyes followed him. She needed to get to him. "Jules," she whispered and kept low, like a lion waiting for it's prey....she was too far away to stop them, and if she shot at them, then her position would be revealed.

Khang steadied his rifle, the lens became gluttoned with a thick fog. The snow continued to fall on the small town, more steadly picking up speed. "Damn!! nothing" he muttered to himself under his breath. went to a prone position and cleaned his lens. He could now make out a figure walking steadily towards a blunt geometric pyrimid. He stood up and began to walk his gun once again slanding by his side.

OOC: sorry i left so suddenly

IC: thomas slowly crept up to the site, people were crowding around the sniper, well, two were, he looked around the ground for the rifle, spotting it he took out a small piece of paper andfolded it into a star, dropping it next to the gun he removed the scope , which was very broken, and left

The commies stop the truck and came out in their uniforms and gear. They made their way to the town hall to take over the city.
"Let's go take over this town" said Lenin.
The men enter the town hall and after a hour take control of the town.
One man goes outside and puts up the Soviet flag, and enters the buliding.
The town is under Commuist control

Before anyone could do much else, I flew in, dropped an A-bomb and won. HEHEHE.

(OOC Brydog...I think you are not trying hard.)

Jules looked up, he saw a man taking him upwards. He was bleeding from his head and one of his legs was ripped open. He was moaning softly, going in and out of subconciousness. He moaned accasionally, "Help....me"

(OOC I do not mind if my charaters die. Whoops, I made a mistake there rave! Thanks for remembering about "This is a Tale of love"!)

(i'm not being taken away..you are lol)

A short, Hispanic man stumbles quickly across the burning cityscape, firing an MP5 at his pursuers. His right arm is badly burned, and he runs with a slight limp.

The man whirls, firing madly.

"Die ya mangey sonuvapunta!" He shouts is mixed spanish and english.

Two of his pursuers go down, and the man struggles with the recoil of his weapon. He was actually right-handed, but little choice was left in the matter. The adrenaline in his system gave him the strength to keep the weapon level.

'Click'

"F**K!"

The pursuing mob crashes into him like a tidal wave, and he lets the SMG drop, the sling catching it. A switchblade appears in his left hand, open and ready. The first man catches a slash across the jugular, and a quick stab under the sternum. A second man hits the Hispanic in the stomach with a length of pipe, doubling him over. With a roar, the man tackles his attacker, driving the blade of the knife into his eye. The battered Mexican beats a third man off of him, then launches himself into a gimpy run.

(OOC Brydog...I think you are not trying hard.)

Jules looked up, he saw a man taking him upwards. He was bleeding from his head and one of his legs was ripped open. He was moaning softly, going in and out of subconciousness. He moaned accasionally, "Help....me"

The woman looked at him sharply. She couldn't kill him. "Jules," she whisperd. She looked at the ground, then back to him. SHe had to make an effort. Suddenly, she sprinted towards him, but froze as others spotted her. She slowed to a walk. She appeared to be the only female there. Her long white trenchcoat hugged about her body as she approached.

Jules looked up, he saw a man taking him upwards. He was bleeding from his head and one of his legs was ripped open. He was moaning softly, going in and out of subconciousness. He moaned accasionally, "Help....me"

The woman looked at him sharply. She couldn't kill him. "Jules," she whisperd. She looked at the ground, then back to him. SHe had to make an effort. Suddenly, she sprinted towards him, but froze as others spotted her. She slowed to a walk. She appeared to be the only female there. Her long white trenchcoat hugged about her body as she approached.

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JUles looked up to see this white blurred figure in front of his bloody eyes. He was about to aska question, but he coughed a little, his breathing was shallow and it rattled in his throat.

He summoned up the will to ask the question, "Who...who are you?" Jules said and almost went into a black slumber.

The man charges down the middle of a wide avenue, turing sharply and half-running, half-falling into a narrow alley. He staggers out the other side, pausing briefly to load a new clip into his MP5. 'One left.' He thought to himself as he worked the action. He glances around a bit, seeing a woman in white standing near a fallen tower of some sort. Partly delerious due to dehydration and various tramatizing injuries, the woman in white looked like St. Mary, his patron saint.

"Gracius! Jesus Mi Savior! Gracius!" He shouts weakly in spanish as he staggers towards her. The man collapses a few feet away, muttering
"Santa Maria... Santa Maria...."

She walked toward him faster. He doensn't remember me at all?...what has happened to him... She looked toward the men taking him. "Excuse me...Let me see that man." She demanded.

The man's outstretched hand drops, and he lies unconcious.

---Post deleted by NationStates Moderators---

How about no.

(I was talking about Jules...not the unconscious one.)

I DECLARE WAR ON ALL YOU CHOB0S YOU WILL ALL LOSE AND DIE

*Simply keys up a handy-dandy I.G.N.O.R.E missle and fires away*

OOC: F**kin' n00b. When they ever gonna learn? Then again, this IS a totally open RP. This is bound to happen.

IC: The unknown man awakens a few minutes later, and tries unsuccesfully to haul himself to his feet. He unhooks the chopper pilot's helmet that had protected his head through the crash and the following mad dashes and street fights, letting it fall to the ground.

"Soccoro..." He mutters, in a daze.

OOC: Guess I should spell it so he can read it: I I.N.G.O.R.E yooz n00ks. Yooz iz stoopid and can't speel teh wurdz right!!!!!11!!11!

OOC: Well what do ya know? He got deleted! Go Mods!

Oh yeah...

BUMP

Jules continued to look at this woman. There was a faint memory of knowing her..but then it faded just as fast it had come. He could remember nothing about her...

She walked to him, the people whom had taken them had their guns locked on her. She looked at his face, and placed her hand against it. She looked up at the three who were holding him, and continued. "I'm afraid..." said the innocent woman. She looked as if she were a mother, though only 23, she had that feel about her. "That I just can't let you take him." Before the last words were finished, her guns had removed themselves from their holsters underneath her white coat, and in three quick shots, three fell. She looked at Jules, whom was dropped to the ground. She went behind a snowbank, and began to open fire on the entire force. One against the entire unit.

Jules was totally stunned by what she just did. His exectutioner had turned into his savior? None of this made any sense to Jules!

"Why are you doing this for me?" Jules forced out, during the spaces of quiet from the gunshots.

The crack of a sub-machinegun shatters the silence, followed by a loud string of spanish curse-words. Regaining conciousness as he was being dragged away, the unknown man, apparently a chopper pilot by the helmet on his head, was half-dragging, half crawling away from a pair of corpses, the barrel of his MP5 emitting a thin tendril of smoke.

"Stay tha f**k down ya f**kin' bastards! Caramba, they try to drag me away, ese... f**kin' chopper hits hit wit an RPG and I get swarmed by these loco-ass zorras..." The man drags himself beind the remains of a car, propping himself up so he has a clear field of fire.

"Quiet!," she replied, as she tried to maintain her authority over him. Countless shells fled from her gun. She reached in her coat and pulled out two more, machine guns. She threw her coat to the ground revealing ammo strapped around her. She exhaled deeply, then dove from behind the snowbank, shooting at everything that moved that wasn't Jules. I must be crazy...

The man ducks behind the car as several bullets ricochet off of it. He peeps briefly over the edge to shout at her.

"Crazy-ass zorra! Watch where you point that f**kin' thing!"

The man triggers a short burst at the oncoming foes, trying to conserve ammo.

The woman's fire stopped, as one fired his last remaining shot at her. She watched as the last fell... She felt the bullet tear throught her side. She let out a cry and fell to the ground. Her white coat was stained crimson from the blood. It had hit no major organs, but it hurt more than anything she had felt before. "Jules..." she whispered.

Jule looked at her..remembering something. They where close....or had been at least Jules felt...he looked at her.

"Thanks anyway....but leave me here..." Jules struggled trying to remember her name....

Chivon looked at him, her eyes filled with tears. Maybe from the pain, maybe from the sight of Jules, or maybe from both. She had done so much wrong to him...the first time she had seen him in five years, both being in opposing corperations...hers labeled her a spy, his labeled him a sniper.

A Maniacan visitior to the snowy town heard bullets and (stupidly) ran out of his(safe) building to get to his car and drive out of there. He slips on an icy sidewalk and hits his head, hard. It's very painful, but he gets back up....and hears gunshots. A few steps away from his car, he dives down to the ground and crawls under the car......

The battered-looking pilot breaks from his cover, hobbling over to the strange woman. Scanning the area quickly, he begins to drag her back to Jules' position behind the snowbank.

"Rule... number one: Rambo was... a f**kin' movie."
He manages to mutter between breaths, his adreniline was beginning to wear off, and with it came the fatigue and pain of his injuries.

"Rule number two," She managed to say in nothing more than a whisper. "There are no rules." She managed a smile to look up to the man that was dragging her. "Why are you helping me?"

Startled, the man nearly drops her.

"Dammit chica, you almost give me a heart attack!"

He recovers slightly.

"Looks like you an' I are in the same boat. My King Cobra took a hit a few blocks back, the natives are closing in, and I'm pretty f**kin' low on ammo. I ain't gonna last long without some backup, even if she's taken a hit."

The pilot drops her next to Jules.

The woman recognized the man, knowing where he was from. As he dropped her next to Jules, She reached into her jacket and pulled out her two guns again, still hot from firing. She pointed them at the man before he could stop her. "We are in two different boats," she said fiercly. A stand of her golden hair fell past her azure eyes. THe white trenchcoat she had worn was stained with blood on her right side, as well as her shirt. She winced in pain as the wound burned to no end. Despite her injury, she truly was a beauty. On her black belt, the name "White Fox" Could easily be seen. The spy looked at the man intently...would he know whom she was? Would he attempt to kill her? Should that be the case, she was one step ahead of him. Infamous in the field of espionage, the only one whom knew her true name besides the corperation was Jules...but her alias was known very very well.

'A 9mm thank-you... How f**kin' nice...' The man thought to himself.
'Switch is effective at this range, slash across the wrist, then dodge left and you might not get hit... Swipe across the jugular and you've got three seconds to evade the LOF, or get the guns away. Let's hope it don't come to that...' He ran through in his mind several scenarios for crippling his opponent in a quick manner, should it come to that. He'd come too far to die now.

He glares at her, his brown eyes filled with anger. The tag on his uniform reads 'Torres', and a trio of stripes identify him as an SGT.

OOC: And I have no f**kin' idea what you're talkin' about. You've never had any contact with this nation.

ooc: She's not from my nation. This is an open rp...just a character. Whether you had contact with my nation or not is irrelivant.

IC:
Chivon looked at him, then glanced at Jules, but she did not fire. She would not fire unless he attacked her...a precaution of self defence. "Back away from me....slowely." She said over the pain.

The chopper pilot rises, and backs away, light hitting the black steel of a large handgun he had strapped in a tactical holster to his right hip. The MP5 dangled under his left arm, the stock still extended. He'd had to fire it one-handed since his right arm got burned.

"Put the pistoles down, chica. I ain't gonna hurt ya."

'I can still dive behind the snowbank long enough to get my SOCOM out.' Scenarios still ran through his head, planning for every possible situation. Had he been in better condition, he'd have simply kicked her hands aside and shot her, but his gimpy leg prevented that kind of swift action. He removes his helmet, revealing long, curly black hair cut into a mullet. A nasty scar starts inside the hairline on the right side of his face, crossing the bridge of his nose in a diagonal fashion, and ending near the center of his left cheek. A well-trimmed black goatee and mustache combination adorn his strong features.

"Step...slowly... awa...agh..."She looked at him, her blue eyes flashing. Her hand faltered for a minute, trembling slightly. Her voice was as shaky as her wrists, and her words were scattered between breaths. Her side hurt immensly. She looked to Jules, then back to the man. A wave of heat rushed over her, and she passed out, her guns falling from her hands, and her arms at her side. Her head was tilted toward Jules, and her lips slightly parted.

The pilot kicks the handguns aside, drawing his own sidearm with some difficulty and aiming at the strange woman.

"Guess that ends that..."

The pilot keeps the weapon pointed in her direction, unsure of her. Was she playing dead? Was she simply passed out? He wasn't sure, and he wasn't taking any chances.

-Damn Forum-

On the inside of her jacket was a pocket that was somewhat concealed on the right handside. Inside was a paper, folded twice. It was her mission. The details had been smudged, but a few words could still be read. Jules' name and banking account appeared as well as his address, phonenumbers, and past residences. Apart from this paper was her identification for the Saber Net Corperation. Her name was set as Chivon Marie D'Orsi. There were also a pair of keys, an ATM card, and a small computer chip.

The pilot prods her with his good foot.

"Ella esta muerta, homes..."

Gently opening her coat, he feels something similar to a folded sheet of paper, that he'd missed if he hadn't stumbled across it. He opens the bloodstained sheet of paper, and scans it briefly. 'Saber Corp? What the f**k is that?' He tosses the paper aside, still aiming his gun at her as he moves towards her fallen companion.

She stirs slightly, but the pain was so intense that she slipped back into unconsciousness. Jules. It was all she could think about. She wanted to go back to the moments spent with him...and wished that none of it had ever happened.

OOC: I guess we're stalling for KI to respond. Send him a TG, will ya?

(OOC Apologies)

Jules' vision cleared for a short while, but he felt a the warm lquid still upon the back of hs head. He did not like that at all. He reached for a pistol within his pocket....and then found the holster was empty. He saw the man who kicked her lightly. He grew angry...he had to get soem kind of weapon. He looked around, trying his utmost to remain quiet.

He found one. It was a simple silenced pistol which was half covered with snow. With a gloved bloody hand Jules reached for it with infinate slowness, trying to remain silent. He looked at it and aimed somewhat haphazardly, still lying on the floor. Jules did not relish the thought of looking at his numb legs, he just knew that it would not be pretty.

"Hold it right there freller." Jules said slowly as he loaded a bullet into the chamber. Jules was behind the man, his pistol swaying slightly due to the shock of his body. He was barely concious at all, he seemed dead previously....

Snow continued to fall in the battered town, drifting into small hummocks over blackened and burnt rubble. A white blanket soon lightly dusted the rubble of war; shattered buildings, frozen corpses, burned out tanks, charred vehicles.

"What a mess," muttered the snow-camoflaged man as he moved quickly through the rubble. He didn't seem to belong here...where the fighting always seemed to rage between one faction or another, he belonged to no side.

His gear was tactical standard for this kind of climate; white and gray snow camoflage gear, a survival pack loaded with equipment suitable for the cold, a waist-fitted mag holder which contained at least ten curved AK-74 high capacity magazines (the AK was known for its performance in the cold) and he wore a Glock .40 tactical handgun in a camoflaged side holster. An AK-74SU, painted in camoflage tones lay slung around his right shoulder. A sheath knife was strapped there as well...though he doubted he'd be able to draw it fast; the cold would stick the blade there pretty well. Under his camoflage, he was muscular, with the lean build of a runner or swimmer and his features were concealed behind a white camoflage ski mask.

All he knew was that he was in this frozen hellhole for one reason and one reason only.

To gather intelligence.

His superiors back at HQ had gotten wind of a number of operatives sneaking in and out of the war-torn landscape. Not wanting to pass up an opportunity (the troops normally responsible for keeping operatives out were too busy burning down private property to care who got in) and he had been sent here to figure out some sense of out the whole thing.

He knew he wasn't the only operative who was active here; he'd seen a Cobra attack helicopter fall from the sky, smoking from several direct hits to the fuselage and then had heard loud staccato bursts of submachine gun fire. Someone had survived that crash.

"Gotta keep going," he muttered to no one in particular and kept moving. A flash of movement caught his eye to the right...three figures in khaki green, carrying AK-47's. Shit....local militia.

"There! Open fire!" shouted one of the local troopers as he raised his AK. Before he could fire, the camoflaged figure had raised his own Kalashnikov into firing position, unleashing a three round burst into the soldier's chest. The man shuddered under the impacts of the automatic fire and fell to the ground. The snow turned crimson where he fell, a stain spreading across the snowy plain.

Snarling, the camoflaged figure turned, only to spot more local milita, this time supplemented by a Jeep with a mounted .50 cal machine gun.

Too many....

He took off running with the khaki ranks pouring after him.

(OOC Apologies)

Jules' vision cleared for a short while, but he felt a the warm lquid still upon the back of hs head. He did not like that at all. He reached for a pistol within his pocket....and then found the holster was empty. He saw the man who kicked her lightly. He grew angry...he had to get soem kind of weapon. He looked around, trying his utmost to remain quiet.

He found one. It was a simple silenced pistol which was half covered with snow. With a gloved bloody hand Jules reached for it with infinate slowness, trying to remain silent. He looked at it and aimed somewhat haphazardly, still lying on the floor. Jules did not relish the thought of looking at his numb legs, he just knew that it would not be pretty.

"Hold it right there freller." Jules said slowly as he loaded a bullet into the chamber. Jules was behind the man, his pistol swaying slightly due to the shock of his body. He was barely concious at all, he seemed dead previously....

Torres holsters his weapon.

"So you ain't dead, are ya ese?"

His good hand falls to his side, but he doesn't turn.

"You know this chica? She's f**kin' loco, jumpin' into crossfire like that."

BUMP

The Jeep's .50 cal opened up with a loud explosion of fire. Snow popped up around the running man in snow camo as the heavy bullets struck the deck, popping up little tufts of snow and dirt.

"Lucky for me that Jeep gunner's a lousy shot," muttered the man as he kept running. The sounds of shouting milita also came from behind him as the man put on extra speed.

Spotting what looked like a burned out building, the man sprinted inside, dropping to the ground as a hail of machine gun fire struck the ceiling above him. Quickly crawling off to the side, he heard the sound of talking....voices that weren't speaking in the same local dialect that the milita outside were screaming.

Other operatives?

He decided to take a chance. Slamming through the burnt remains of a door, he found himself in a room with three other people. One an unconscious and shot woman and two men, one a wounded mercenary type and the other an injured figure pointing a pistol....

(OOC Apologies)

Jules' vision cleared for a short while, but he felt a the warm lquid still upon the back of hs head. He did not like that at all. He reached for a pistol within his pocket....and then found the holster was empty. He saw the man who kicked her lightly. He grew angry...he had to get soem kind of weapon. He looked around, trying his utmost to remain quiet.

He found one. It was a simple silenced pistol which was half covered with snow. With a gloved bloody hand Jules reached for it with infinate slowness, trying to remain silent. He looked at it and aimed somewhat haphazardly, still lying on the floor. Jules did not relish the thought of looking at his numb legs, he just knew that it would not be pretty.

"Hold it right there freller." Jules said slowly as he loaded a bullet into the chamber. Jules was behind the man, his pistol swaying slightly due to the shock of his body. He was barely concious at all, he seemed dead previously....

Torres holsters his weapon.

"So you ain't dead, are ya ese?"

His good hand falls to his side, but he doesn't turn.

"You know this chica? She's f**kin' loco, jumpin' into crossfire like that."

"I know her....I think. Turn around. I might be bleeding, but I have strength enough to make you bleed a whole f**kin' lot more. Nice and slowly." Jules said, his hands trembling due to cold and lack of energy. His breath came out in heavy puffs of condensation.

'If this is what I get for savin' somebody's sorry ass, I'm shootin' the next shot-up muthaf**ka I see.' He turns around.

"I ain't gonna bleed much from that little popgun, ese. Got anything bigger?"

Torres takes notice of the other soldier's entry, hoping it might distract his 'captor' long enough for him to draw down on him.

"Ummm...am I interrupting something?" said the camoflaged trooper as he grinned behind his ski mask. "Cause if you guys aren't too busy...there's a jeepload of local milita bearing down outside the building."

Turning to his right, he noticed the shot and bleeding woman for the first time. Her white garments were stained in one place by crimson fluid...the stain had spread onto the white snow.

The man knelt next to her, removing a bandage from his pack, he placed it against the wound, attempting to tie it in place as the .50 gunner opened up again. Wood chips flew from the splintered ceiling as the heavy rounds shattered the ceiling.

He looked around in panic. What was going on here?

"Shut up. Now will someone explain what the frell is going on? All I know I was up in that tower looking for.....looking for...sh**. I can barely remember anything. All I know is that I know that woman over there....what the frell is going here?" Jules asked, his hands still upon his pistol.

'He keeps on yackin', we're both gonna get shot...'

"I ain't got time to tell ya now, homes. That punk-ass bitch outside is gonna fill my mexican ass fulla .50's if I keep standin' here. If you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go bust a cap in his ass..."

Torres brings up his MP5, moving towards the doorway. Poking his head out slightly, he fires a burst into the gunner. He limps out into the open, diving behind the jeep as bullets rake the ground beside him. Torres drags the dead body of the gunner down beside him, 'borrowing' a trio of grenades. The first he tosses to the other militia, the second rolls under the jeep as he re-enters the building. Torres kneels next to Jules, the barrel of his MP5 still smoking.

"You were sayin', ese?"

The woman stirs slightly, the pain in her side immense. She ran her hand over her shirt where the crimson blood seeped through the thin lycra. She winced slightly, and looked to someone above her. Her vision was blurry. "Jules?" She asked, in a forced whisper.

Jules looked on at the man attack the others...he put down his weapon.

"I have no idea what the hell is goin on here....I suppose they are the enemy if they are shooting us....but why?" Jules asked himself. He looked over to the women who he apparently knew.

"Yes....?"

"I...I'm sorry...I'm so...so sorry..." She coughed a bit, the pain in her side increasing, though her vision became clearer. Her deep blue eyes looked to him. "Are....you alright?"

"Why should you be sorry? I am fine...Chivon was it? I...I think I am begining to remember you....I think we where close..." Jules almost whispered, his own wounds there. he tried to crawl over.

"Yes, Chivon." she said, forcing the words from her mouth. She tried to gain the strength to stand, but it was no use. "You...don't remember...what...I did?"

Jules tried to remember..he only recieved blankness in responce to his calling to his memories.

"No...but...I know it was...something...great.." Jules said, trying to remember, lying in the snow.

"Great indeed," she said sarcastically. He did not recall how she had wronged him. He had not recalled the night when glass had shattered against the door. He had not recalled any of it. Not even that she was in another man's arms that cold night. His best friend. His memory must have slipped from him. "I...I'm sorry for what I did, I truly am.

"Whatever it was...it is in the past....whatever it was." Jules said and winced in pain. He had a flashback...of something. It was a distorted picture...flashs, a broken image to which he had to put back together...Something to do with how he reacted....

"I did....did something...I tried to do something....something which..." Jules said...and saw images. Water....height....him. He was standing on a bridge...looking down. Something awful had just happened...he was going to do something...something which would take away the pain....

Chivon looked at him and reached out her hand toward him. The pain was lessoning in her side due to the bandages. Her golden hair fell tossled on the ground, and her blue eyes called out for him. "It's alright..." she said softly. She knew he would eventually get her memory back. She was supposed to kill him. She was. But she couldn't. She had asked them to never receive an assignment for someone she knew personally...but they had not listened to her request. The assasin lay there, looking at Jules whom lay not too far off.

"Why are you here Chivon? I recall you being something to do with the military....like me." Jules said to her, his hair matted with dry blood. He looked in a great deal of pain still, the surrounding area having stains of blood upon the white snow, which continued to fall gently.

A snowflake fell upon her eyelash, and made her blink a few times. She looked back at Jules. "I...I was here to kill you...I'm an assasin Jules...for Saber-net."

"What? Wha..." JUles was totally stunned....why would anyone want to kill him? Why would she accept such a mission?

"Why?" Jules simply asked.

"Because...." she said, yet was at a loss for words. "If I didn't, I would be eliminated...but I...I couldn't. I couldn't do it."

Jules remained silent. He did not know what to say. He just could not think of anything to say....the snow continued to fall gently, the sound of the wind coming around them.

Torres seems a bit distracted, he keeps glancing out the doorway in a nervous fashion.

"Okay, folks, reunion's over. They're gonna be back with plently of back-up, an' I ain't got that many bullets left."

"Bullets," she said softly, her white trenchcoat still closed around one side. "Are not an issue. Getting out of here, however, is."

Torres glares at her.

"Chica, there ain't no way you've got a bullet for every one of them. don't be loco."

Torres hooks the single grenade he has left onto his belt as he speaks.

Chivon raises her eyebrow at Torres. "You didn't bother to check me? Seems that's the first thing that people want to do." She chuckles slightly to herself, and pushes on side of her trenchcoat to the side. The sides displayed various weapons including a tranq gun, and various rounds to match the guns. Her white V-neck shirt was slightly torn, exposing a bit of black lace. She placed her hand around her necklace, making sure it was still there. She showed great concern for that piece of jewelry for some reason. She took a gun from her shirt, and looked at it, then looked to smile at Torres. Her side was stained in crimson. "Don't all run to help me at once." She glanced at her side and pulled the edge of her shirt up. A gash on her side was exposed, still bleeding, however it had hit no major organs. She had nothing to place against it, but it was clear that the bullet was no longer within her. She needed medical attention...but if she could just manage to stand up. She bent her knee and placed her hands on the ground, letting out a soft cry as she tried to at least sit up. "You see," she grunted. "I may be "loco", or maybe even crazy...but I didn't gain my reputation..." she winced slightly. "for nothing."

(double post)

OOC: There's no way she's packing that much heat. She'd be slower than a snail in january. You ever hold a gun?

ooc: I have, it is heavy, and I fire two at a time...but then again, with the technology produced from Martian resi corp as well as the nation of Orphen and Leelo, lighter guns have more than been mass produced. Not all are loaded, one side with amo, the other with weapons. With my body, I could probably hold five on one side as far as guns go, she had two in her hands, though those dropped a while back. She has ammo on the other side, and a pistol within her bra, which is uncomfortable, yet it works.

OOC: You've confused the hell outta me. Resi corp doesn't exsist in the RL. What is your character firing anyway? You never said. Myself, 1 gun at a time, preferably a .45 Glock or an M1911A1 from either Colt or AMT, which is also a .45.

ooc: this isn't RL...now I'm confused
Length: 8.625 inches (21.91 centimeters)
Length of barrel: 5.03 inches (12.78 centimeters)
Weight:
Magazine empty: 1.5 pounds
Magazine loaded: 2.0 pounds
Bore diameter: .45 caliber
Maximum effective range: 82.02 feet (25 meters)
Muzzle velocity: 830 feet (253 meters) per second
Magazine capacity: 7 rounds
Unit Replacement Cost: $642
I like firing two at a time :lol: Gives the whole effect.

OOC: I meant have you, personally, not your character, ever held or fired a handgun. Your girl must be pretty damn strong to fire two .45's, as they have a heck of a kick. Weight isn't an issue, except to decrease recoil and to carry around with you. A lighter handgun with a heavier round isn't nessecarily a good thing. A .357 has a kick like an angry mule, but with a 4 inch bull barrel, the recoil decreases somewhat, and is easier to manage.

ooc: yes I have (many more times than once), and yes I am a girl. They are quite hard to handle two at a time, but you build up the strength after a while.

OOC: I have a hard time believing anyone can fire two .45's and still remain accurate at mid range. Plus the brass would be pretty annoying, the left one would sling it onto your right hand. Can you hit center mass on a mid-range target with your two .45's? This is you, not Chivon, or whatever her name is.

ooc: you lose accuracy, so I wouldn't be able to hit a target with both, maybe one...but could still fire in the same general direction.

OOC: My point. Waste of expensive ammo. I prefer the double tap to the chest and head. Two bullets. One sure-fire kill.

IC

Torres rolls his eyes.

"Didn't you hear me before? Rambo was a f**kin' movie!"

"Yes," she replied with a smirk. "They stole my story." She looked to Jules, and attempted to stand yet again.