NationStates Jolt Archive

200 bodies shifted about in a huge warehouse. The walls were wet with condensation from the steaming generator at the far end of the massive expanse. The scouts signaled he was coming. The sargeants called for silence.

Grimzag entered through the huge doors, resembling that from an aircraft hanger. Yet against his large frame, the doors looked almost normal in size. Informed that he was meeting some friends to unveil a top-secret new rifle to add to his bulging collection, he hurried inside and moved around the blanketed machinary, pipes and detritus.

Outside, a villager walks past the ageing building, on his way to work. He wanders his way across the sandy mud, plodding through his daily routine. But the slow crunching of his footsteps is soon drowned out by the deafening sound of marines machine guns and the screaming of men as they find out the hard way this is not a man you take easily.

Grimzag was very angry at being brought out into a village.

He was angry when he discovered there was no new weapon to see.

And he was furious when he discovered that 200 marines had been sent to attack him.

As soon as he heard the click of a bolt being drawn back to eject a round at him, Grimzag was on the move. He kicked off the table and drew his Desert Eagles, blasting round after round into the marines he saw around him. If he had more time, he would have stopped to revel the blood being splattered everywhere, but time was against him.

As was ammo.

He fired off two more rounds from each Eagle, before the slide stayed back. He was empty, and the marines were still there. He spied one marine trying to shove a fresh magazine into his rifle, and dived at him. He was a split second too slow, though, because the marine managed to fire off a round which cut through Grimzag's knee. But an instant later, he was crushed under Grimzag's weight. The last thing he felt was a heavy boot slamming down on his neck.

Grimzag's knee hung limp, dangling off the leg which even Grimzag realised was not a good thing. But he didn't have time to cry over a busted knee: he was already rolling away from a deadly hail of bullets, whilst firing his own little contribution back at the enemy.

The sargeants look on, wide-eyed. This man wasn't being taken down. The "director of ops" had wondered why there was such a large task force being sent to collect one man, and so had not equipped the men with the nesissary anti-tank equipment that would be required to take Grimzag Deathjaw. Alive.

Another group charged forward, firing madly in desperation, as each of their comrades were brought down.

*Tag

What is this? A story, an RP, and if it is an RP, is it open? :D

OOC: It will be after the scene is set. Any and all participents will be welcome after the buzzer sounds.

Tag.

Grimzag snapped another neck. The smoke grenades had been going off for so long that the marines were being affected by lack of vision too. Squad were tracking his movements through the haze with a motion tracker. There were 12 blue dots left and a blurry red dot. Half a minute later they were all gone. The red blip disapeared. Silence.

The holder of the motion tracker was "Peeps". A small man, scrawny, and resembling a weasel, he only made the force due to his expertese in tracking devices and scouting. On hearing a barrel of something fall near to his left, he jumped, yelped, fell, and his weapon fired. A rope attaching a girder to the roof snaped. A thump was heard. Grimzag fell unconcious with a puzzled look on his face.

The truck rumbled across rocky ground and the team of 6 were in the back. Between the seats was the body of Grimzag - injected with enough sedative to kill 10 men - snoring loudly. The sargeant, "chief", had told the squad they were taking the man to "thosel science freaks at base", for he had always though of them, in their little lab coats and disturbing stares, as things not to be trusted. Or talked to, if you could avoid it. After a long drive, the truck pulled into an open archway with steel doors and concrete walls. The front of the vehicle dipped down, as the squad decended into the dimly-lit, open corridor.

-tag-

OOC: Can't do anything at this point til you wake 'im up... so I'll acknowledge your posts thus far. *PING*

Grimzag wakes up, his head spinning. Around him the walls are white-washed, and the straps pinning him to the table on which he lay are cold and metalic. He breaks them easily and stands up. And falls down, clasping his head, as an electric shock shatters through his brain. A speaker squeels into action.
"Ah! You are awake! Excellent! Now, if you'd be so kind as to do everything i say, we'll see what we can do to release you."
Grimzag smashes the speaker attached to the wall, and collapses as he is hit by another blast inside his head.
"Ah. You people never learn..."

Grimzag lay on the ground and looked up at the white-washed ceiling.

"Just do exactly as I tell you, and I promise this whole thing will be over before the week is finished."

Grimzag wasn't one to talk with kidnappers, so he started trying to batter down the door.

The door was 6 inches of reinforced steel.
"The door is made of 6 inches of reinforced steel. You havent got a chance in hell of opening it."..."Holy shit!"..."Get some security teams down there!"
Grimzag burst through the door with righteous fury.
Teams of security poured down both ways in the corridor, but met each other at the shattered door. There was no sign of Grimzag.

Peeps stops running and calls for the squad to slow down. "Cookie" - a tall, broad black man with a large pulse machine gun - covers the front and "Hearts" - the pilot and support covers the back. Chief asks what the problem is and Peeps hands him the receiver to his radio. After a moment Chief hands it back and grins.
"Ok boys, command wants Grimzag alive. Deadly force has been granted. If anyone tries to take him down, we get to shoot them."
Just then, a science looking man pelts round the corner, and squints at the squad. "Your not supposed to be here! Get out or ... ill call the guards!"
BLAM
The body slumps to the ground like a bag of potatos, and the seargant holsters his smoking revolver. The five look at him in surprise.
"What?"

Grimzag was amazed at how well his plan worked. While the guards were searching around outside the cell, he was on the roof above the cell door. Waiting for some prey.

And it came, in the form an overconfident Private who whistled at the door. He looked up to see Grimzag falling down at him.

Grimzag knew he had to be quick, fast and brutal, so he wrapped his hands around the guard's mouth and smashed his head repeatedly against the door. Finally, he snapped his neck like a twig before throwing the corpse away carelessly, in the same way a child might a broken toy.

Grimzag bent over and grabbed the Private's rifle and looked outside the cell. One team of security boys had stayed behind to check in case he came back to the cell, the other team was searching the nearby area. Perfect.

Grimzag dived out the cell and opened fire with his newly-acquired rifle, shredding a few of Marines. When he landed, he felt something metallic against his thigh, and looked down to see a large piece of broken steel. He grabbed it and launched himself towards the closest Marine, who was firing wildly in a blind panic. Grimzag cracked him once across the face, put an arm across his neck, held him against the wall and rammed the steel rod through his stomach, effectively nailing him to the wall.

He let out an enormous laugh as he charged at the others...

When he was finished and ran off, a grisly (To say the least) scene was left in his wake; one soldier nailed to the wall by a steel rod, three shredded by the rifle, one with an empty rifle sticking through his head, several with their limbs torn off and one man whose head had been rammed into the ceiling, with the rest of the body still attached.

The motion tracker blipped upward, Grimzag was heading up to freedom. The squad sped up and climbed the slope upward. He was almost loose.

O : What will become of Grimzag?
O : Will someone rescue him?
C : What did those dastardly scientist put in his head?

Tune in NOW folks! and join in the search.

Grimzag sprinted as fast as he could to what he could only hope was the exit... if it wasn't, he was going to make a last stand right up this corridor. As he ran, he checked his rifle. Empty. Crap.

He threw it away as he continued to the door.

Behind him he heard the shouts of Marines yelling, "STOP! STOP, OR WE WILL FIRE UPON YOU!" and, "SARGE! I REALLY THINK WE SHOULD BE SHOOTING HIM RIGHT ABOUT NOW!"

But these voices were somewhat distant. And the door was just a few metres away.. 5... 3... 1...

He smashed into the door like a human tank, knocking it clean off it's hinges. But as soon as he got through the doorway, he desperately tried to stop.

He was somewhere in the middle of a massive mountain range! The complex had been built into one of the mountains! (OOC: I have a thing about mountain lairs...)

But remember, I said tried to stop. He dug his heels into the snow and began to skid, but it just wasn't in time. He fell over the edge and let out a giant, "SHHHHH*******T!" as he began to roll down the mountain, bashing off rocks along the way.

[OOC: Who's supposed to be the "bad guy" here? I don't think I'm going to jump in until I'm a little more sure of what's going on. ]

OOC: From what I've gathered (Correct me if I'm wrong, Marines.) is this:

Warchief Grimzag Deathjaw (Leader of Dregruk's military, for those of you who don't know) visits a coastal village's warehouse to see the unveiling of a brand-spanking new assault rifle. He is then ambushed by a large group of Marines, determined to take him alive. They finally knock him out, after he kills 194 of them. He is taken to a mountain complex where something in his brain gives him an electric shock when he doesn't do as he's told. He then batters down the door and escapes, after killing even more Marines. He falls off the mountain and that is where we are thus far... I think:
1) Marines are the bad-guys
2) Grimzag has be brought into something very big and complex
3) Something has been planted in his brain, but we don't know exactly what... yet

OOC: The marines are just following orders from the scientists. The evil scientists. Bad people. (hiss)

OOC: Righty ho...

IC:

Grimzag was unconscious halfway down the mountain, when a large boulder thudded against his head. Most people's skull would've been split in two by the impact, but Grimzag was made of tougher stuff. He crashed to the foot of the mountain after 3 minutes of tossing and turning.

The marines made it to what was left of the doors, and moved outside. There was snow everywhere, and no sign of their escapee.
"Where is he sarge?"
"How the hell should i know? Get the scanner on it!
...
"He's down there!"
The squad move slowly down the side of the mountain..

Grimzag's eyes snapped open suddenly. His head was throbbing, and his face was pretty badly cut up from the fall. But that wasn't what woke him up. He'd heard voices...

He staggered to his feet and looked around. No one was around, at least not anywhere near him. He needed to see a psychiatrist soon, he thought. He looked up at the the mountain he'd just discovered gravity with, and saw two silhouettes running down one side of it. He was in no shape to fight anyone, so he staggered away as quickly as he could, hoping he'd find civilisation somewhere nearby.

Chief and Peeps were jumping down the mountain side, almost uncontrolably. The other four were behind, catiously taking their time. Peeps caught a glimps of Grimzag moving away, and as a result of looking away, sank 8 feet into a snow pocket. Chief kept on going, Hearts moved to help the short man.

OOC: I think now would be a good time for anyone to join...

OOC: Guess now is as good a time as any...

IC:
Hively and his squadron had been camping in the area for a survival training exercise. Coincidentally, it doubled as an exercise in stealth and evasion, as they didn't exactly have the proper clearance to be here on semi-military matters, but the setting was ideal so it was a worthwhile risk. At least Hively's commander thought so.

The mountians had been preternaturally silent all day. Therefore, they couldn't help but notice the sound of distant and muffled gunfire, which carried so well on the crisp air. Too distant to be a problem, Hively mused. As a precaution, he ordered his men to grease up their faces, just in case they met up with anyone unexpected. He was startled at the sound of something sliding down the side of the mountian. Worried about a landslide, he led his men to investigate, and instead found something none of them had expected. A giant of a man was staggering away from the mountian, and with the blood on him, Hively almost thought he'd survived a firing line.

Unsure of what to do, and wishing for a comm set, he ordered his men to hold their positions. They'd be noticed soon anyway. No need to accelerate a potentially hostile confrontation.

Sparticus Trowel busted into the Emperor's office: "There's a situation in a country called Dregruk, Spike."

"What kind of name is that?"

"I don't know, here's the briefing....."

After only an hour, the Clown Gang was on a Stork transport to some remote location, not far from the Gaeltech base they had no idea was there......

OOC: Edit for location.....thanks Dregruk!

OOC: I think this situation is in Dregruk...

IC:

Grimzag stumbled along his way, every so often he'd trip and fall flat on his face. He would then drag himself onto his feet and pit out some snow. He ran on further, before slowing down. His experience-tuned hearing instantly picked out the sounds of breathing. He stopped, and assumed that he would most likely be surrounded, judging by the breathing.

He held up his hands and said, "Just get it over with..."

The big man didn't seem to be doing so well. He kept falling, leaving a bright red trail for anyone to follow. Curoisly, he stopped near the squadron, and seemed to surrender. Cautiously, Hively stepped out into view. "Easy now..I don't know what's going on, but you look like you need some help...What happened to your face?"

The Stork landed under an overhanging cliff. The Clown Gang immediately got to work on building their camp. The Clown Gang members, Raptor, Fang, Zephyr, Demon, Chomp, Zeus, Trident, Victor, Varmint, and Mammoth, all pitched tents and built small fires. After an hours rest, they climbed the cliff face and peeked over, and saw the large Gaeltach encampment. They immediately dropped to half-height, and drew up a plan......

The spec ops team slowly pulled themselves up onto the cliff, dislodged themselves from their climbing ropes and sank into the snow. They crawled through the freezing powder and Raptor stabbed a peeping hole in a "neutral"(as were units with unknown loyalties were called) tent. He peered in, and found it devoid of life. They listened and watched. Eventually, they stood, assuming that it was deserted. "Wow," said Fang, "They must've all died or flew the coop or something."

"Don't assume anything," advised Demon. "They could be off in the mountains somewhere. It's snowing, if they left tracks recently, they're covered up. Let's move on, see if we can find this "situation" we came here for." Demon, Fang and the others traveled on, Victor covering up their tracks with a broom he thoughtfully brought along......

Grimzag moved his hands to his face, and felt it sticky with blood.

"Good. You're not with them. I kinda fell... down a mountain. I need a medic, and I think all of us should get out of these mountains ASAP."

"Pierce is a medic. We'll take you back to our camp and get you cleaned up. You're not gonna make it out of the mountains in your current condition."

Grimzag growled, "I've had worse..." before limping towards where the medic was.

OOC: Let's see... we've got a smashed kneecap (Left), broken nose, a few broken ribs, a crapload of cuts and bruises...

OOC: The medic is at the scene where Grimzag fell, right, and not at the encampment?

Emperor Soulblighter was deep in thought. He knew that Dregruk was going to buy a new rifle and he thought that Troon's armed forces could use it. They're current one was in need of replacment. Suddenly, on having reached a decision, he spun round and took a message.

*Message Begins*

To:High Punisher Hrrachen
From: Emperor Soulblighter

It is my understanding that you were going to get a new rifle. I would be most grateful if you could sell us it. Please state the cost. I hope this can bring our countries closer together.

*Message Ends*

Soulbighter reviewed and sent the message, and sat down in his chair, deep in thought.

[OOC: Yeah, the whole squad is here. The medic has a field pack with her, so they shouldn't need to go back to the encampment until his cuts are bandaged. The kneecap will prolly need more attention than a field pack can provide.]

Pierce stepped up to assist Grimzag, and instructed him to sit. Opening her pack, she withdrew cotton swabs, medicated pads, and alcohol wipes. Donning latex gloves, she carefully began cleaning up his face. The minor cuts she cleaned, but otherwise left alone to preserve supplies. The more serious gashes recieved a healty dose of NewSkin, and an occassional butterfly bandage.
"Broken nose," she muttered to herself as she set to work adjusting it before applying another butterfly bandage.
"Do you need anything for pain before I continue?"

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Back at the encampment, Rosco and Charlie watched in silence as the intruders wandered away. Had they come any closer, the two german shepherds would have dutifully defended the site. At least as much of the site as their leashes would allow. For now, they remained quiet and still, waiting for their handlers to return, just staring after the strangers.

The Clown gang plodded on, whistling tunes to themselves as they went, with Chaplin automatic pistols holstered and connected to an ammo pack at their waist. The Chaplin was a versatile gun. It could act as your garden variety semi-auto pistol if it was solitary, or, if it was connected by tube to an ammo pack, it could act as an automatic rifle. The tube was flexible so it didn't restrict movement much, but still, many preferred to disconnect it unless quick rounds were needed fired. Since the Gang was in unfamiliar territory, they had it tethered up in case quick rounds were needed for whatever they found. they climbed up a snowbank and saw them. A group of people, circled around a giant man, who definitely needed medical attention, and appeared to be getting it from one of the large group of soldiers. They dropped down so only the top half of their heads and the barrels of their guns would be visible over the snowbank, should any of them look. Chomp had the bright idea of piling snow in front of their guns so the neutrals wouldn't see they were armed, and could still shoot at them through the small piles of snow. The man was extremely banged up, and on a mountain a bit of a way's away, they could see a large trench in the snow, as if a snowball had tumbled all the way down. They squinted and made out some kind of building built into the side of the mountain at the top of the trench. Apparently the snowball was the large man, and he was pushed from that building. The building was very high up, and the only way they could see that the gray dot up on the mountain was actually a building, was with their powerful binoculars. They immediately understood the giant man's condition. The people circling him could be from the building, and they may have been there to injure him further. At that, Raptor counted down to three, and they all jumped. Fang shouted, "By order of the Maniacan Clown Gang, FREEZE!"

Trident interjected slyly,"We're already frozen, an accurate assumption would be that they are too!"

Varmint added to Fang's order, "If you harm the man, we will kill you...."

Hively spun on his heel quickly to face the newcomers. Some perimeter he cursed sarcastically, with a side-glance to his command. Everyone stared at the apparant foe. Everyone except Pierce, who diligently continued her work on the injured man.

"No one's hurting anyone here," Hively began reassuringly, as he slowly and clandestinly reached for the M9 pistol holstered on his leg.

Pierce whispered to Grimzag almost inaudibly, "These your friends?"

"So the Weapons cache should be right about..."

"By order of the Maniacan Clown Gang, FREEZE!"

Agent Christine Yip glanced up from her belly crawl through the bushes. "What the hell?"

Two groups of people, military by the looks of them, stood with weapons drawn. One group had a huge man, bloodied and broken, standing in the middle.

'Not their prisoner. I don't see any blood on them...'

"If you harm the man, we will kill you...." One of the men from, what she supposed was, the "Maniacan Clown Gang," whatever that was, said.

"No one's hurting anyone here," replied a man from the group that seemed to now be helping the big man.

Yip blinked. Great, easy survivel training they said. Just find the weapons cache, they said. "Bugger bloody hell."

A large thump echoed from her position as her hand broke through the dirt and hit apon a crate from the weapons cache.

'Shit.'

Swiftly, Hively unholstered the pistol, cocked it, and swung it around to point at the underbrush where the small thump was heard. Keeping his attention focused on the bushes, he yelled up to the Clown gang. What kind of a name was that anyway?

"I told you, no one's hurting anyone here. Withdraw your man so we can all put away our toys."

OOC: For how she can do it, go here:

http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=106640&start=0&postdays=0&postorder=asc&highlight=

All Agents are Naturally Enabled.

IC:

"Damn."

One of the men was pointing a gun at her. With no choice, Agent Yip Stepped up.

Her fist blurred and smashed into the crate of weapons, picking up 2 Glock 20's (10mm) and an extra Mag for both.

One Second.

She ripped away from her position in the grass and was standing 10 meters to the left,

Two Seconds

holding both Glocks in a fireing position, her form slightly blurred because she was still in Step Up.

Three Seconds.

With much effort, she slowed down her talking to be understood by the men.

"Stop."

All this happened in 4 second.

"Do you need anything for pain before I continue?"

Grimzag ignored everything that was going on around him. If it was the Marines he'd encountered, everyone he was with would be under heavy fire by this point. So it looked into the friendly eyes of the medic, winked (as best he could from a battered eye) and took a single bullet from his pocket. He muttered, "No morphine. Always stick to your training." Before clenching the round between his teeth and said, "Dig away" around the bullet.

[OOC: :shock: ...I'll take your word for it
btw, I'll be gone for a couple hours, but will be eager to continue this when I get back if any of you are still online. ]

Pierce seemed completely oblivious to everything going on, or at least only peripherially aware of it. She was a little surprized by Grimzag's method, but continued on.
"With your nose taken care of, the worst should be over with," she stated quietly. "At least for now."
Expertly, she checked his neck and scalp, searching for anything out of the ordinary.
"I need you to tell me if anything hurts," she prompted, and began examining his arms, shoulders, and ribs.

Hively stood confused. It seemed that a second ago, something had been in the bushes. Now, she was nearly thirty feet from the bush. What just happened here? Calmly, he redirected his aim.
"I really have no desire to waste my bullets. Last warning. Recall your woman. There is obvious misunderstading here."

Watching from not far away is a team of LRR special ops troops, not unlike SAS except for the fact that they were not traimed for combat nearly as much as they were trained in observation, and that they tended to be very unwittingly funny. They are armed with either Nagant 1890 revolvers or H&K UCPs, along with their Ak-74s and G-36s.

Lieutenant Townsend admires his skill as a disguise artist, dressed in his white and green winter overcoat, grey-green combat fatigues, DPM helmet, and plaster-of-paris rock costume.

They had, of course, snuck from their drop-off point and to this position disguised as rocks and bushes, and moving three quick steps at a time. As such, it appeared that a line of vegetation was climbing up the mountain in slow increments. Unfortunately, the costumes were somewhat clumsy, as they discovered when they had to jump out of a Blackhawk.

Private Kingston sits perched on top of one of his squadmates, dressed as an evergreen bush. He peers out at the group of people, and grimzag, several hundred yards ahead of him. However, a small patch of ice has built up on the plaster rock that he is standing on. He shifts his feet and slips.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!"

He tumbles down the hill and through the bushes, until he comes to a stop at the feet of the Canada-Germany agent. The only thing wronmg with the evergreen bush was that it had a pair of insulated arctic boots sticking out of the bottom of it, and a pair of gloved hands out the side, still clutching a rangefinder.

"Don't shoot! Don't shoot!"

OCC: Anyone ever heard of Sandor Needleman?

Raptor decided to take a chance. "Holster your weapons. We'll take their word for it." The Clown Gang put their Chaplins away, and walked, very slowly, toward the group which they originally met. They had little interest in the hubbub going on around them. "This is not our man. We came to monitor the situation, and sort things out if they get violent. He obviously is not your man either. Perhaps it's he's one of those people's man, in the bushes...." He then noticed a woman who was once in the bushes was now pointing a gun at him. He pulled out a stun grenade(it looks like a real grenade, the others can't possibly know it's non lethal), and stabbed it with a pen he carried in his pocket(Maniacan grenades are activated by stabbing a weak point, and pulling out the sharp object. Until the object is retracted the grenade will not explode), and held it. He held it up by the pen, while continuing to speak to the original people he saw. "It appears, now that I look at it, that you are giving this man medical attention. I'm sorry for the misunderstanding, please continue your work." He sighed silently. They were truthful people, and his dangerous call had paid off. The original people, which he saw from their uniforms were from the nation of Gaeltach, had redrawn their weapons at his grenade, which he still held akwardly in the air. "Perhaps we should turn our attention to the woman with the guns pointed at us." He now pivoted to the said woman with the guns pointed. "What I have here is a grenade. It blows up, leaving destruction in it's wake. I also have....." he pulled out his Chaplin "an automatic weapon. If you shoot me dead, the pen will fall out and the grenade, now that it's been punctured for so long, will go off immediately. I also have 9 other teammates, all with automatic weapons. The prospect does not look good for you if you shoot me dead......"

The man dressed in the bush is very alarmed at this.

"Uh, sir. You really don't need to do that. I'm sure there is a way for us to sort out our differences without threatening death."

The rest of his comrades begin to move foreward, and apparently large boulders begin to get up and move about, clutching assault rifles.

Pierce examined Grimzag's ribs and determined there were at least 2 minor fractures, and several bruises.
"I need to wrap this," she explained. "Please take off your shirt."
While she waited for him to accomplish this task, she examined his swollen knee, now completely oblivioius to anything else that was going on.
"Crawford, I need two good sticks."
Crawford stared at her dubiously, then glanced to the armed woman, the man-eating shrub, and the attacking boulders. Deciding to take his chances, he did as he was told. Pierce straightened Grimzag's leg, and tightly bound the sticks to either side of his knee, forming a crude and temporary brace.
"Almost good as new," she smiled, and gave him a light-hearted wink.

Hively, relieved with his successful disarmament of the Clowns, now watched the advancing boulders with mild confusion. This was too much. He should have stayed home, and never accepted this training.

The man from the Clown's had almost recived a bullet through the brain once when he turned around and again when he had raised the granade on a stick.

Of course, the fact that they had started to point weapons first seemed to have escaped their notice. As green as she was, however, she knew that it was not the time to go pointing fingers.

The Glocks were retracted into the built in holsters of her pants.

"The bush is right you know," she quipped and offered a hand to it.

Ok, good, now someone else calmed down enough to put away their toys. Now to deal with that grenade.

"I really thought we were past all this," Hively called to the Clown. "Putting away the gun was such a positive step." He kept his M9 trained on the man's forehead. If they were all going down, he wanted this man to clear the way to hell for them.

The man from the Clown's had almost recived a bullet through the brain once when he turned around and again when he had raised the granade on a stick.

Of course, the fact that they had started to point weapons first seemed to have escaped their notice. As green as she was, however, she knew that it was not the time to go pointing fingers.

The Glocks were retracted into the built in holsters of her pants.

"The bush is right you know," she quipped and offered a hand to it.

Private Kingston extends one of his hands and grabs onto the arm of the Canada Germany agent. He looks at her with dreamy eyes, a look Lieutenent Townsend has quickly learned to read. He appears beside the Canada-Germanian, still dressed in his plaster rock.

"Uh-uh private. Mabye another day. Now go help Sergent Cherbourg set up the UHF scanner."
"Which one's he?"
"The fir."
"Oh, I see."
"Now, I would like to introduce myself. I am Lieutenant Nathaniel Townsend of the LRR spec-ops. May I ask how you two, or three are doing today?"

He takes off his plaster rock, and puts it on the snow beside him. Soon, the rest of the team, still dressed in their foliage and plaster, stay away from the main group, out of the range of the grenade. One evergreen sports a barett .50 sniper rifle.

OOC:Manacian, do you have a picture of this "Chaplain" machine-pistol? I can't say I've ever heard of a MP fed through a tube.

IC:They wore black. Black ballistic armor, black glasses, black trenchcoats. The four BioAug-ed troops stood in the snow. It looked to be getting darker out.

It didn't make sense to wear black on white snow, but by the time the recon commenced, it would be dark enough to give them an advantage.

"Weapons out. Check ammo."

Georg Yalsig's three men obeyed, removing MP5K's with extended magazines.

"Ready."

"Ready."

"Err..hold on.."

Traktor Weiver checked his MP5K again.

"Ready."

"Plan is this: Go in, hit speed augmentation. Traktor, Archydev, you get photos. Yuri and I provide cover. If you have to, shoot to kill."

Georg tapped his temple twice and then his earpiece.

"Central, recieving?"

In Prashydeciltev, two technicians and a small host of politicians and military officers watched the live feed- directly from Georg's mind.

"Affirmitave. Commence Demo 12."

"Well, I WAS having a pretty good day." Agent Yip gave in a steady tone and nodded in greating to the Ex-rock. Then she walked over to the weapons cache and going into Step Up, pulled it from the ground.

The crate thumped, all Two Meters Cubed of it, as it hit the ground again.

When she cracked it open, she swore. Loudly.

100 pounds worth of bricks, 3 more mags for each Glock 20, a C7A3 with 5 mag's and 4 ring knives.

She had been crawling through the dirt for 2 weeks for this. Yip swore all the while as she picked up the weapons and checked them before putting them in their correct place on her clothes.

"The cursing. Activate your speed bioaugs now. Get 3 pictures of the person doing the cursing. Kill no one."

"Yes sir." Two of the BioAug-ed men took off at a speed only dreamed of by even Olympic class runners.

"A woman, by the looks of it," Traktor thought, looking down from the ledge. He tapped his temple three times. His companion, however, was not so lucky. He tripped on a rock, and at the high-speed he was going, he literally flew off the rocky outcropping.

Landing with a thud, the BioAug quickly rolled over and aimed his PDW at the woman.

"Kill no one." Traktor prayed his comrade would not pull the trigger. God knows what the implications of such an incident would be.

"The cursing. Activate your speed bioaugs now. Get 3 pictures of the person doing the cursing. Kill no one."

"Yes sir." Two of the BioAug-ed men took off at a speed only dreamed of by even Olympic class runners.

"A woman, by the looks of it," Traktor thought, looking down from the ledge. He tapped his temple three times. His companion, however, was not so lucky. He tripped on a rock, and at the high-speed he was going, he literally flew off the rocky outcropping.

Landing with a thud, the BioAug quickly rolled over and aimed his PDW at the woman.

"Kill no one." Traktor prayed his comrade would not pull the trigger. God knows what the implications of such an incident would be.

An eyeblink and she was gone. Another and she had an arm locked around the fallen mans throat and another restraining his gunhand and thus, his PDW.

Just one more eyeblink and she had broken his arm like a twig and drawn a Glock and was tracking the other man who had tapped his temple three times.

"Stop." she said in the oddly deep and enlogated voice of those trying to talk in normal speeds while in Step up.

Hively looked up as yet another person seemed to fall off the mountain. What, do people rain from the sky here? Shrugging it off, he wondered if he had just been seeing things. He hated this exercise more with every passing second. For now, he decided to keep an eye on the area the supposed falling person disappeared into, but remained focused on the grenade-wielding Clown. He had not noticed the girl's absence.
"How's our friend doing?" he called back to Pierce.
"Almost done, sir," she responded. "At least he'll be able to walk without bleeding all over the place."

OOC: No pics of the Chaplin(like Charlie, the clown). The ammo comes up through the tube, into the back of the barrel where the tube is connected, and then out. Or, it relies on the magazine jammed in the bottom of the handle.

Raptor called out, "This pen is expendable, huh." With that, he flung the grenade as high as he could manage. He drew his gun, causing many a flinch among the crowd, and shot the grenade. It exploded with a very loud BOOM and electric bolts went everywhere, disapating before they hit the ground, the shrapnel for the most part flew safely past them from the elevated point of explosion. "'Twas just a stun grenade, would've put you in shock for 15 minutes. One question everybody......WHAT ARE YOU ALL DOING HERE???? We come here, expecting to be alone besides the feuding parties, and what do we find? Troops from how many different countries, let me count 'em." He actually did count them, and found that there were people from 4 countries besides Dregruk and themselves, Gaeltach, Canada-Germany, LRR, and Tooreeb. Then he saw that The people from Canada-Germany and Tooreeb were duking it out, and the Clown Gang was forced to draw their weapons once more. Varmint cried out, "CAN'T WE ALL JUST GET ALONG?!?!?" They pointed their weapons at the battling people, moving terribly fast. "JUST QUIT IT!" hollered Zeus. They didn't dare fire. They knew that. That would compromise their whole mission, which was to make sure this giant guy does whatever he does peacefully. Still, they pointed, trying to gain leverage, but effectively failing. They heard barking off in the distance. Could there be dogs here? If there were, they were probably very angry about the stun grenade explosion. It made them speculate about the quality of dog tethers while they waited for things to sort themselves out, while trying to keep people from dying.

[OOC: Funny you brought up the dogs, Maniaca...I was gonna set them loose here in a second. Was just waiting for the right opportunity. :twisted: ]

"WHAT ARE YOU ALL DOING HERE????"

"That's exactly what I'd like to know," Hively stated, and tentatively holstered his M9.
He heard Rosco and Charlie barking after the explosion, and wondered if their sudden outburst was in response to the explosion, or if something was happening back at the encampment.

[OOC: Funny you brought up the dogs, Maniaca...I was gonna set them loose here in a second. Was just waiting for the right opportunity. :twisted: ]

"WHAT ARE YOU ALL DOING HERE????"

"That's exactly what I'd like to know," Hively stated, and tentatively holstered his M9.
He heard Rosco and Charlie barking after the explosion, and wondered if their sudden outburst was in response to the explosion, or if something was happening back at the encampment.

Without turning her attention away from the most recent arrivels, Yip speaks.

"I was here on a Mission, recover the weapons cache and bring the contents of it back. Someone at HQ must be playing a joke on me though."

The barking was getting louder. The Clown Gang started to chuckle. What a strange mission it had been. It appeared no one was the enemy here, no one that had shown their face. It was this giant misunderstanding. Though the Tooreeb people seemed pretty strange, maybe they were the evil ones. The bottom line was, the evil people were most likely from the building at the top of the mountain. With sudden anger for the people in the building, Victor flung a snowball up at the building, and it obviously fell way short. Raptor for a moment was scared it would hit a member of some other country's spec ops team. Fang just fell over and started waving his arms and legs to make a snow angel, while the barking got louder and louder. Chomp started to think about what it would be like if the dog attacked the guy in the rock suit. Basically it was just this huge, collaborative zone-out. The strange thing was, this zone-out, as it had done so many times before, helped them ease up, and get back in gear, whereas beforehand, they had been tense, and Chomp personally was ready to explode. Trident was trying to decide what to use: Sleep or Stun grenades on the dogs. He chose Sleep, as it was less traumatic. Of course, since they had long since established they had come from the encampment, the ones from Gaeltach probably could call them off, unless there was something really wrong. But they would cross that bridge when they came to it.

{ooc: Gonna' hit the sack now. Post more in the mornin'.}

"If it's a joke...that makes two of us who'd like to know the punchline."

As if on cue, Rosco came bounding out of the brush. Alerted by the explosion, he managed to chew through his leash to protect his handler, exactly as he'd been trained to do. The big german shepherd lept at the nearest boulder, snarling viciously and searching for an arm or leg to bite.
Crawford jumped up in surprise. "Rosco, OFF!" he shouted. But the dog really loved to bite and kept trying.
"OFF!" he yelled fiercly, and the dog jumped back. He sat back, staring at the boulder and growling.
"Rosco, HEEL." The dog jumped at the boulder again.
"OFF!" This time when the dog sat, Crawford grabbed firm hold of his collar. He dragged the dog backward, bracing as the strong animal lunged and snapped threateningly. Once they had gained sufficient distance, Crawford was able to distract the shepherd, and scratched behind his ears to calm him down. He sat and released the dog.
"That's better, eh? Good dog." He played with the dog a bit, encouraging him to fetch sticks.

OOC: Boy, this thing moves fast. I'll go back to the last piece of dialogue (That I noticed) with Grimzag.

IC:

Grimzag did what the medic asked, and took off his shirt. He looked down and saw his chest was covered with tiny cuts, bruises and he had a bullet-hole in his side.

"Hey, I never noticed that one.." He said with surprise.

"That makes two of us," Pierce stated with mild alarm.
First things first. She wrapped his chest with a material resembling sports tape, only a little stiffer, and used the opportunity to search for an exit wound.
"Shit, I think the bullet's still inside. I'm giving you fair warning, because this will hurt."
Very carefully, she felt the skin around the wound. She did not find anything hard, which concerned her greatly.
"Well...you have a few options," she began, looking him dead in the eye. "We need to get that out, and I'm not allowing you to move or do anything else until this is done. It would be too easy for you to inflict more damage, and it could potentially kill you. I don't know how deep it is. So. You can wait while I send someone back to camp to retrieve some equipment, or I can try this by hand."

"Better out than in. Just get it over with." He put the bullet back between his teeth and grinned at the medic. She really didn't know who he was, but he wasn't in the mood to brag.

Shocked, she excused herself a moment to speak with Hively.
"Sir," she began in a hushed tone. "There is something strange going on here...We'll discuss it later. For now, I am about to attempt something rather risky at my patient's request. I need someone to go back and retrieve my surgical kit."
Hively nodded as Pierce returned to Grimzag's side, and kept his questions to himself for now.
"Walsh," he callled out. "You and private Crawford are to go and retrieve Pierce's surgical kit. Since your his handler, check on Charlie while you're there. You two can bring your animals back here, but keep them on SFS patrol leashes, and be sure to place the winter camo nets over everything."
The two left, with Rosco heeling nicely at Crawford's side.

Pierce took a moment to mentally prepare herself.
"Hope you're ready.."
Gently, she explored inside the wound with her fingers, searching for the bullet.
"Doesn't feel like any organs were damaged...you're lucky."
Up beneath a rib, she felt it. Withdrawing a field knife, she used it for leverage, ever so cautiously drawing the offending metal out.
"I can't imagine how that must have felt," she stated and brushed a thin layer of nerve-induced persperation from her forehead with her sleeve.
Holding the wound together with one hand, she generously applied butterfly bandages and covered the area with a gauze pad.
"When they get back, that will need to get stitched." She picked the bullet out of the snow and handed it to him. "I can't believe how close to your lung that was..."

Grimzag shrugged, the way a child might having eaten all of his dinner.

"If it doesn't kill me, it only makes me stronger. And angrier. All the same, thanks. You guys really bailed me out here. Especially you. Thanks a bunch." He said, offering a rare grin.

An eyeblink and she was gone. Another and she had an arm locked around the fallen mans throat and another restraining his gunhand and thus, his PDW.

Just one more eyeblink and she had broken his arm like a twig and drawn a Glock and was tracking the other man who had tapped his temple three times.

"Stop." she said in the oddly deep and enlogated voice of those trying to talk in normal speeds while in Step up.

Georg frowned. He flipped the safety off his PDW and nodded to his remaining comrade.

"Central, terminating projected enemy."

"Comfirmed."

Georg could hear the politicians and officers in the backround, murmiring.

He turned to his companion.

"Silence your steps. Shoot to kill."

The two men approached. George hid himself behind a tree, and his comrade approached the edge on his belly.

Georg tapped his temple once, then threee times. The two BioAugs opened fire on the woman.

Seeing his opprotunity, Traktor dashed backwards to an outcropping of rocks, spryaing 9X19mm fire in a small arc at his attacker. He soon flipped over the rocks and reloaded his PDW.

His companion mainly rolled around in the snow with his enhanced speed still activated, cursing like a chipmunk on helium.

Pierce returned the smile. "Just doing my job. You're an ideal patient."
She stared to say something else, but cut herself off and immediately dropped and lay prone at the first sound of firing. The rest of the squad did the same, and low-crawled for some sort of cover until they could determine what was happening.
"Hold your fire!" Hively shouted to his men. "Nobody acts until I give the go-ahead."

Grimzag dropped onto the flat of his back and listened. These guys were definitely professionals; no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get a definite fix on where they were. So it would have to be done the old fashioned way.

He looked around and started growling, "Someone give me a gun! Quickly!"

Fang unconnected his Chaplin and tossed it to Grimzag. "Just pull the trigger, the gun does the rest," he advised. The rest of The Clown Gang at this point were just looking on. They couldn't do anything, the didn't want to throw another grenade because it was such a small area and they didn't want the dogs acting up again. They didn't point their weapons or anything, except speculate that the Tooreeb officers were the bad guys here, because they wouldn't stop attacking. The guys in the rock and bush costumes were just hanging out, and most of the ones from Gaeltach had dropped. Slowly, they came to the conclusion that that was a good idea, and they did it as well. Raptor felt the back of his head and felt two bald streaks, like bullets had grazed by. Weird......

Grimzag held the gun tightly in his hand. In other circumstances, he would've commented on the quality of the weapon, but now was definitely not the time. He rolled over to behind some cover, fired a few rounds into the air before yelling, "THIS IS WARCHIEF GRIMZAG DEATHJAW OF THE DREGRUK MILITARY! EVERYONE HERE IS IN MY DAMN COUNTRY, AND UNLESS THE FIRING STOPS, I WILL DEAL WITH YOU PERSONALLY. SO IT WOULD BE IN YOUR BEST INTERESTS TO HOLSTER YOUR GUNS AND WALK INTO THE OPEN WHERE I CAN SEE YOU. NOW!" He yelled, with obvious authority. Of course, anyone in this place should know who he was, and therefore what his reputation was like. The last people who refused to stand down were massacred in southern Slutbum Wallah, a few months ago.

Pierce layed low and covered her head for protection. Her weapon lay within reach, but she saw no point in having it at the moment. The mountains and the trees cast too many echos to determine where the firing had come from. In the distance, she heard the dogs barking.
Nothing to do now, but wait..

After finally digging their comrade out of the snow, the marine team of six had almost arrived at the congregation of peoples. They had probably lost their prey by now, and would have to start the search from scratch.
Peeps looked ridiculous in his drenched condition, and most of the squad were laughing at him when a hiss was heard. A micro second later, a gunshot. Then Cameron Black, their 'guardian angel' dead-eye shot fell to the ground, a hole in the back of his head. Guns looked at him wide eyed. The rest of the squad looked up towards the route they had come and saw a swarm of security marines from the base all dressed in black.
Chief looked puzzeled for a second, at why they would wear black in a snowstorm, then screamed at his men to leg it to the bottom of the mountain as a hail of fire rained around.

OOC: Who can't spell "their"? I can't.

OOC: Does noone know who Grimzag is? Not even how tall he is?

The LRR SAS troopers quickly shed their costumes in order to be better able to handle their weapons. The sergent formerly dressed in the fir costume dispatches the BioAugs with two armor piercing .50 bullets from his barett sniper rifle. The rest of the SAS troopers dive behind cover and try to find the shooter.

Guns, looked on, again wide-eyed. This time there were lots of different people with varying degrees of wearponary in the snow. Not meant for this situation, Guns yelped, and threw himself to the cold ground in desperation. Chief, staring in dissmay, lowered his PMG and nodded Peeps, Hearts and Cookie forward.

OOC: Why o' why can't i spell?

OOC: There are four BioAugs. You can't kill all four of them when they aren't standing in a row. And, why the hell do you open fire on a squad you know nothing about? On foreign soil? That was pretty close to being ignored.

"Central! Air support requested!" Traktor's companion shouted.

"Negative. Kill your attackers."

Traktor heard the order, though it didn't really go through his mind. Maybe he should do what that War...guy..told him to. Then the Protectorate could sort everything out.

His companion, however, took the order to heart, unloading his PDW into a few of the SAS and chucking a grenade at another group of them, blownig them into meaty shreds. Despite the fact that this was supposed to be a recon/demonstration, thing were going quickly to hell.

Traktor holstered his PDW. There were no SAS around him. Good. He sprinted off in the direction of the Warchief.

The chief and some other people stood a few meters away. Dashing behnd a large rock ,he shouted to the people.

"There are foreign SAS where I ran from, and they do not look friendly."

The SAS troopers dive for cover in the bushes, and take their wounded with them. They redress into their camoflauge, and disperse throughout the woods.

"What the hell?" Shouted Demon. Raptor gave the order to try and disable the Tooreebians. Fang Stabbed a sleep grenade and threw it at the BioAugs. He couldn't tell if it had any effect, because now he was getting shot at. He squeezed the pump in his pocket, red pockets of liquid busted open on his body, and he fell to the ground. Now he just had to be subtle about his shots, and try not to get shot himself. He didn't realize the shots weren't coming from the Tooreebians. Raptor almost drew his Chaplin and fired, but instead darted a BioAug. Trident shot at feet. Victor first spotted the marines coming down the mountainside. He activated his blood pockets, and dropped to the ground. The rest of the Clown gang headed for the hill they came from, and when they got to it, slid down behind the crest. Fang was gunless. He realized the position he was in, "dead" on the ground. He slowly felt around for his dagger, found it, then slowly dropped it down, and slid it under his back. If one of those BioAugs went up next to him, they would get a surprise. Then he also spotted the marines. He saw Grimzag. He looked even worse than the way he did when they first found him. It hit him, and the rest of the Clown Gang. It was not only the Tooreebians that were the aggressors, it was these marines......

The LRR SAS troopers hurry into the bushes, and escape into the woods, hoping to avoid a confrontation with an even bigger force. They would meet up with the clown gang and the others later, most likely, but for the time being they would lay low. Lieutenant townsend stops behind a tall tree, and orders the rest of the 14-man squad to disguise themselves similarly. They start digging into the snow, and break out camo nets. The wounded troops are treated by the group medic, an M.D. The team has lost two of its members, however, killed by a grenade. Perhaps they would return once the Toreebians leave.

"Fall back!" Hively was yelling. "Do not engage! Fire only when directly fired upon, and shoot only to deter."
With the automated assault rifle held before him, he awkwardly low-crawled backwards to Pierce.
"We're staying out of this until the waters are clearer...get out of range."
Nodding, she grabbed her weapon, and inched away from the fighting.

"Fall back!" Hively was yelling. "Do not engage! Fire only when directly fired upon, and shoot only to deter."
With the automated assault rifle held before him, he awkwardly low-crawled backwards to Pierce.
"We're staying out of this until the waters are clearer...get out of range."
Nodding, she grabbed her weapon, and inched away from the fighting.

As Hively and Pierce inch away, a gloved hand extending from an evergreen bush touches each of them on their shoulders.

Stifling a sound, Pierce flinched and flipped over to aim at whatever had touched her. Hively had a similar reaction.
Nearby, one of the squad members was cut down by a spray of bullets. The others seemed to be doing alright in a slow but steady retreat of sorts.

OOC: There are four BioAugs. You can't kill all four of them when they aren't standing in a row. And, why the hell do you open fire on a squad you know nothing about? On foreign soil? That was pretty close to being ignored.

"Central! Air support requested!" Traktor's companion shouted.

"Negative. Kill your attackers."

Traktor heard the order, though it didn't really go through his mind. Maybe he should do what that War...guy..told him to. Then the Protectorate could sort everything out.

His companion, however, took the order to heart, unloading his PDW into a few of the SAS and chucking a grenade at another group of them, blownig them into meaty shreds. Despite the fact that this was supposed to be a recon/demonstration, thing were going quickly to hell.

Traktor holstered his PDW. There were no SAS around him. Good. He sprinted off in the direction of the Warchief.

The chief and some other people stood a few meters away. Dashing behnd a large rock ,he shouted to the people.

"There are foreign SAS where I ran from, and they do not look friendly."

The body she was holding was full of holes. Literally. Appearently these guys didn't care about the fact that she was holding their buddy in front of her when they were shooting at her.

Yip shrugs and drops the body to the ground. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees a figure dash away. She follows, going higher into Stepup.

"There are foreign SAS where I ran from, and they do not look friendly," she hears.

'Shit, More.

She drives her self out of the bush, Glocks out and Ring Knives on.

Her aim centers on the heads of two people.

"Stop, who are you?" she demands in the elongated and deepend voice of those in Stepup, her body bluring in the air though she was standing still.

Grimzag jumped up from behind the rock and blazed at the Marines with the "Chaplain". Bullets flew wild, but a great number of them hit their targets, causing screams to erupt from the Marines.

As he ducked down to reload, he saw a female pointing guns at the leader of the Gaeltach troops and the medic who saved his life. He quietly moved over to where she was standing and aimed the gun at her head from her right-hand side.

"Warchief of Dregruk." He muttered, "Drop it. NOW."

OOC: I don't know about anyone else, but I'm getting a little confused over here. Can we all try to clarify a little better who is interacting with whom?
IC post coming up when I get back from class.

Grimzag jumped up from behind the rock and blazed at the Marines with the "Chaplain". Bullets flew wild, but a great number of them hit their targets, causing screams to erupt from the Marines.

As he ducked down to reload, he saw a female pointing guns at the leader of the Gaeltach troops and the medic who saved his life. He quietly moved over to where she was standing and aimed the gun at her head from her right-hand side.

"Warchief of Dregruk." He muttered, "Drop it. NOW."

(OOC: I'm pointing at the people who shot the SAS, the so called "BioAugs")

The chief sighed as the masses opened fire on each other and called the marines to him as they pulled back, trying to circle around to avoid their chasers and try to find Grimzag.
The security were gaining on them and the group at the bottom would have a hard time fighting all of them, even though they were under-paid.

The sounds of firing carried clearly to the encampment, instantly alerting the two handlers and their charges. Reacting quickly, they clipped patrol leashes on the dogs, and stuffed as many extra magazines as they could find in their BDU pockets.
With an M-16 in one hand and Rosco's leash in the other, Crawford led the way back to the squadron with Walsh following in the same fashion. Charlie and Rosco barked despite commands for silence, eager to attack something. The two handlers ran carefully, keeping one eye on their path, and another on their surroundings, wary of an ambush. At this pace, they'd be back in minutes.

The galtech agents pull two LRR SAS troopers out of the bushes.

"Hurry, this way!"

One of them points to the forest, and they both start running in that direction.

Pierce cast a questioning look to Hively. Hesitantly, he nodded and took off after the troopers. Pierce followed suit, looking back over her shoulder to be sure the rest of the squad was alright. They seemed to have made it to relative safety. Turning, she ran after Hively and stumbled as a stray bullet grazed her leg. Grabbing Hively's arm, she regained her balance and continued after the troopers.

Grimzag was firing bullets at random people, when he heard something that made him drop into cover. Footsteps.

He listened carefully, blocking out the sounds of the gunfire. Heavy boots... they were surrounding him.

"HOLD YOUR FIRE!" He yelled into the air, "THE REAL ENEMY IS TRYING TO SURROUND US! GET READY FOR THEM!!"

He clicked the hammer of the Chaplain back, ready to send the Marines to hell in a blaze of bullets, when he felt a radio at his knee. He grabbed it and tuned it into the Dregruk Military channel.

"Warchief in danger! We're at the foot of the Ryklig mountain range. Requesting Dregruk Elites to be dispatched ASAP."

A voice on the other end said, "Roger your request, Chief. Elites have been dispatched."

The chief sighed as the masses opened fire on each other and called the marines to him as they pulled back, trying to circle around to avoid their chasers and try to find Grimzag.
The security were gaining on them and the group at the bottom would have a hard time fighting all of them, even though they were under-paid.

Crawford and Walsh were still running carefully, and were nearing the edge of all the action. They had finally gotten the dogs to stop barking. Out of the corner of his eye, Crawford caught the motion of one of the marines trying to pull back. "HALT!" he yelled, in an attempt to get the marine's attention. "Halt or I'll release my dog!" With that bit of irritating protocol over with, he unclipped the dog's lead and chased after Rosco as the dog sprinted to take the marine down. The only way the marine could avoid a bite to the arm or leg now would be to drop his weapon and remain still. Walsh followed, but didn't unleash Charlie yet. Both handlers kept their weapons trained on the marine. If his weapon even started to point at the dog, they would not hesitate to fire.

Peeps had fallen behind, and his scanner equipment on his back, and short legs, had meant he had been spotted. And an attack dog was galloping towards him at an increadible rate. He screamed like a girl, and guns - who had been at the back of the group - turned around, and true to his name, opened fire at the on-coming beast. And missed every shot.

Crawford took no hesitation to open fire on the marine that had been shooting at Rosco. Walsh unclipped Charlie just as Rosco clamped onto the smaller marine's arm, pulling him fiercely to the ground. Crawford kept his gun level, ready to shoot again if another marine opened fire. Charlie jumped and latched onto the smaller marine's other arm, spinning him a bit before pulling him down with Rosco. They wouldn't let go until their subject stopped resisting or their handlers gave the order.

Cief appeared beside the fallen man, hidden from rear-guarding. He then drew his revolver and placed it against "rosco"'s head, and looked up at the handler.

Crawford arrived and quickly assessed the situation, as Rosco turned and growled. Crawford aimed for the man's forehead as Walsh commanded Charlie off. "Drop you weapon," he ordered coldly.
Charlie jumped over the fallen marine, lunging for the armed man and snapping at any part of his body that presented itself. Walsh silently cursed the dog. That's not what he meant by "off."

The rest of the squad had caught up, and Cookie, not wanting to hurt a dog, smashed the lunging one over the head with a frying pan from his backpack. The chief, still holding the gun steady, screamed at the handler to call the dog off - they didn't want a fight. Peeps was struggling on the ground, bleeding all over the place. It was getting messy.

[OOC: Geez, this server. :x Been trying to post for the last hour... ]

"Rosco, heel."
The dog growled at the armed man, but eventually came to Crawford's side. Crawford never lowered his piece. Walsh nearly panicked when Charlie went down, but Crawford motioned for him to stay put.
"Identify yourselves," Crawford ordered. It seemed only the natural thing to do, given the tense and uncertain situation.

OOC: I posted a message but it got all messed up. Here's what happened: Trident rushes out to drag the gunless Fang to safety, but Fang mistakenly stabs him in a sleep grenade fastened to his midsection behind kevlar. Trident runs as far as he can up the hill, but eventually falls asleep from the gas. Then Zeus runs and drags them up the rest of the way. Raptor rubs snow in their faces and they wake up, still groggy. Victor is still out "dead" on the snow.

IC: They heard Grimzag shouting, and they looked for the marines, because at this point, they knew they were bad. Chomp heard strange noises behind them and ran out to see. He saw the dogs, one of them on the ground and two marines. He ran down with his gun pointed at the marines, seriously bloodied up. He slipped on some random ice and went
down just a few yards from the marines. He struggled to get up, and ran back halfway up the hill he had just come over, gun still pointed. He knelt, and lined up his shot. He would wait for the dogs' handlers to do anything before he did. He heard them call out names. He thought he had a bullet stuck in the back of his kevlar. Raptor, Demon, Varmint, Mammoth and Zeus rushed down to cover Grimzag. Zephyr stayed to look after the tired ones. They looked for what he was shooting at, and shot with him. Raptor fell to the the ground from the force of a bullet hitting the kevlar. It had broken through the first layer. They tried to move toward Victor on the ground, try and sheild him getting up from the enemy's eyes. Varmint took a shot to the helmet, it broke through the main armor and hit his forehead, stopped mutually by his skull and the thin-ness of the tunnel in the helmet the bullet passed through. "RUN HOME!" shouted Raptor at him, and run he did. He threw his helmet in the direction of the shot and he ran over the hill. He reached down in his pocket to get some antiseptic and dropped some in the wound. It stung really badly. He shook his head viciously trying to jar the bullet out. He ran past Zephyr, Fang, and Trident on the hill, he ran past Chomp and the dog situation, he ran past the Gaeltach encampment, and he grabbed the rope from the cliff and slid down it, right into his tent. He yelled out for the medics. They came and went to work........

"THE REAL ENEMY IS TRYING TO SURROUND US! GET READY FOR THEM!!"

Yip heard this and 2 things flashed through her mind.

One, the sounds of a scuffle could be heard behind her and two, the idiots in front of her hadn't responded.

"Fu*k this." she muttered to herself before turning a 180 and driving back into the bushes.

Finally, when she reached the noise, she came in just in time to hear this being said.

"Identify yourselves," from a man with a large dog by his said.

Yip steped out of the bushes, finally having geared down, and so, was able to talk normally.

"Yes, I'd like to know that myself."

The Galtech agents are led up into the deeper forest, where the SAS troopers have set up a temporary base, consisting of several heavily camoflauged foxholes. Pierce is attended to by the squad doctor, who ties up the wound with a bandage and gives her some whiskey. One of the SAS troopers gets the radio antenna set up in the top of a tree, and the squad prepares to call in a medevac flight.

"Hey, there. Er, base.....we need a medevac flight to our position, just stray of the main base there. Some folks got hurt, ya know? We needa get 'em outta here. Ok, thanks."

Back at home base, a blackhawk lifts off from the tarmac. Although LRR usually doesn't use UH-60s, they tended to be more suitable for special operations than the regular-use huey Griffons and Mi-8s.

Pierce politely refused the whiskey, and left the doctor to seek out Hively. She found him standing near the edge of the base, staring in the direction of the gunfire. It had quieted significantly...a fact that was both relieving and worrisome. Hively was worried about his men. She could see that. But the LRR troopers must have had good reason to bring them here, so they'd stay put for the time being.

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Walsh turned and aimed at the woman as she stepped out of the bushes nearby.
"Stay where you are."
First things first. There were too many questions here, and not anywhere near enough answers. They would deal with the marines for now, and deal with the woman later.

"If I had wanted to kill you, I would have done it from the bushes." Yip replies calmly at the man holding the gun.

"Now why don't you turn your aim back at those Marines and we'll see if our combined intellect can't get some answers from them."

Grimzag's radio spluttered into action again, and he heard, "This is Alpha-X-ray 1287, requesting Warchief Deathjaw. Do you read us, boss?"

Grimzag grinned; the very best of the Dregruk Elites had been despatched. "This is Deathjaw. I read you. You see our position?"
"Yes sir."
"Drop in here and secure the area. How many people can that chopper hold?"
"Depends on how many you want to take. Family or army?"
"There's a few scattered troops from different countries around here. I think we'd be best to take them with us, back to Ghastopol."

There was a pause before the reply, "We've got a reading that a... LRR medevac is en route to the location also. We'll get the non-injured personnel in here, and the others can go in the LRR chopper. But I assume we'll want everyone who isn't hostile to come back to Ghastopol?"
"That's right. Deathjaw out."

Grimzag looked up at the skyline, and saw the dark shape of a helicopter move in, fast. Soon, it was over his head, and the Elites were dropping down.

When the Commander landed, he yelled, "DREGRUK ELITES! ALL PERSONS IN THIS AREA ARE REQUIRED TO THROW DOWN THEIR WEAPONS AND COME FORWARD. BE ADVISED THAT WE WILL FIRE UPON ANYONE WHO IS ARMED. YOU HAVE 3 MINUTES."

The SFS squadron from Gaeltach watched the incoming Helo with a growing sense of dread. They may not have been entirely sure of what was going on, but they knew that this was definately not good. Not good at all. With a sense of urgency, they fell back (with the exception of the two dog handlers) and scattered a bit. Wasn't long at all before men started dropping into the area yelling commands. They hid themselves as best as possible, wishing Hively was there for some instruction. They'd been dragged into this fray as good samaritans, and nice guys usually got killed in situations like this.

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Walsh had started to say something in response to the arrogant woman, but cut himself short as he heard a chopper in the distance.
"Answers are good, but I have a feeling this is not a good place to get them..."

[OOC: Sorry for playing with the time line a little bit over here, but it's necessary.]

OOC: Why does everyone see the marines as the bad guys? They havent been doing much..

IC: Chief explained they were on a recovery mission and wanted no hassle, and lowered his weapon to show it. A moment later, Peeps, who was recovering from his attack, called in for a Pelican evac when aircraft were heard. The marines lowered their weapons and retreated from the area. Still in search of their quarry.

[OOC: Hey, my guys are equally suspicious of everyone. =) ]

Walsh picked up Charlie as the marines began to move out. He and Crawford both decided to tag along a safe distance behind the marines. Perhaps it might prove to be a better idea sticking near a group confirmed as non-hostile for the moment than to wait and see what came out of that chopper behind them.

The marines plodded their way through the snow, to the intended evacuation zone. Guns played rearguard but Chief first lef them to recover their snipers body. Never leave a man behind. The pleasant sound of the pelicans engines could be heard far off and it relaxed the men to hear their ride out of this war-zone. However, there were still some base security around the area who might have found the fallen marine, so caution would need to be taken.

Varmint ran with his bandaged head all the way back to the hill, brandishing his Chaplin. He heard the helicopter, and knew it was either the marines' or the giant guy's. He ran to see. He climbed up to where Zephyr, Fang, and Trident were standing. The helicopter had landed, and it had the same symbol on it as the giant man. The others who were in the depression were on the ground. The had their guns up, and Mammoth was bleeding badly from his shoulder. The helicopter said "DREGRUK ELITES! ALL PERSONS IN THIS AREA ARE REQUIRED TO THROW DOWN THEIR WEAPONS AND COME FORWARD. BE ADVISED THAT WE WILL FIRE UPON ANYONE WHO IS ARMED. YOU HAVE 3 MINUTES." Raptor stepped forward, his Chaplin dangling from his waist, dragging behind him in the snow, his hands up in the air. "We will not relinquish our weapons. If you require that of us, we will clean up this mess and catch our own ride home........"

Peeps was tracking a large object with multiple targets around it. The trace said it was Dregruk, and it looked like people were giving themselves up to the eilites. Cookie had taken point, and was leading the group through a forrest. They had been coming up onto their fallen comrades position and had quietened down.
When he was in sight, the squad stopped and crouched, looking very profesional. Cookie, however, passionately made a dash for him, even though it was obviously a trap. The ambushers appeared from the trees and cut him to pieces, but he fell like a struggling bull, unrelenting. Hearts, Guns and Chief all swore at the same time, stood up, and opened fire. Their pulse machine guns chattered in full auto as the rest of the opposition showed themselves - completly surrounding them. Rounds flew through the air everywhere as the squad stood back to back, guns in hand, shouting battle cries.

[Edit for the DM post.]
The two handlers continued to follow the marines, careful to stay moderately out of sight. If nothing else, this could prove to be good recon and intel gathering. They could see another force closing in around the marines as something up ahead provoked shooting. Instantly, the two handlers dropped and found cover. They did not want to get involved in this. Hearing Rosco growl, Crawford used his hands to clamp the german shepherd's muzzle shut, and pulled the dog into his chest to keep him still.

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The rest of the squad watched in silence as the group from Maniaca offered a surrender of sorts. They continued to pull back, not wanting to have to answer questions about engaging in hostilities in a foreign country, where their presence would be hard enough to explain as it was. It would be best to not get caught.

Hearts took a few in the legs and collapsed under his own weight. Peeps got one in the chest, and though slowed by his vest, it buried itself into his torso, and out his side. Guns' PMG clicked empty, and Chiefs revolver hammered nothing. They both raised their hands in surrender. The shooting stopped, and their black clad enemy moved in for the kill.

Well, the marines looked good as dead. The opposition forces didn't appear as if they had any intention of letting the marines live. Against extreme better judgement, Crawford and Walsh opened fire with well-placed rounds on the opposition.

The captain aimed his pistol at Chiefs head. A shot was heard and Guns struggled though he was tied aswell. There was a thump of a body hitting the ground. Then more fire. He soon realised it was friendly rounds and hit the dirt as the remaining enemy who werent cut down by the surprise attack formed defensive positions. chief crawled towards Hearts, who was barely breathing, and fumbled for his knife.

The two handlers stayed low, firing from a prone position. Hopefully, they were concealed enough that the opposition could not easily determine their location. They fired in randomized, though aimed arcs to seem like more than two shooters.

A high pitched shreiking sound bagan just as Chief cut his bonds, and got louder as he untied the 3 others. He smiled as Guns and himself retrieved their weapons, and shouted to the opposition to drop their weapons.
The trees in a 20 foot circle blew outwards as the Pelicans' engine thrust decelerated it from a high atmosphere drop. As it came to a hover just above the tree-tops its wing-mounted turrets opened fire, obliterating trees left and right. The guns ceased and the enemy threw down their weapons. The squad boarded, taking the wounded Peeps and Hearts, and took off. But first they went to see if they could give their rescuers a lift.

- Signing off now, see ya all tomorrow.

Both of the handlers were a little out of it. A few shots had made their marks, but none seemed to be serious. The more immediate danger was from the large tree limbs that had come crashing down on them when the transport shot them out of the ground. Rosco had scrabbled out from beneath some foliage, but the handlers remained pinned. The shepherd paced in front of the branches, worried but unsure exactly what to do.

[This little scene will stay put for ya until tomorrow. No pun intended. :wink: ]

The SAS troopers slowly start out for the main body of people again, but very slowly. Soon, however, there is the sound of a helicopter inbound, apparently at very high speeds.

Lieutenant Townsend looks out through an opening in the trees to see, to his great relief, a bright yellow Blackhawk with giant red crosses painted all over it come barreling in at breakneck speed, flanked a Huey Griffon and a Westland Scout, the scout adorned with various pieces of ECM gear.

Aboard the blackhawk, called the yellowhawk by LRR crews, the pilot quickly sights the area of main fighting, and he noses the big helicopter to that area. Soon, they are over the group of fighting parties, and the blackhawk hovers over the center of the group. Meanwhile, the two griffons hover over a portion of the woods, and let down several ropes. SAS troopers attach themselves to the ropes, and are slowly hoisted into the helicopter. The only SAS troopers left on the ground are the four wounded troopers, lieutenant Townsend, the doctor, and a pair of privates. They start moving down to the main group.

(OOC: you know, I really gotta be quicker off the mark, lol everything happens when I'm at school, ^^ )

Things where happening too fast and as yet, none of her questions had been answered.

However, she did know one person that might be able to answer some for her.

Again she steped up and made her way towards the big man who had identified himself as Warchief Deathjaw.

With all her weapons in their places on her clothes, she slipped in behind the warchief and asked.

"What the hell is going on here?"

Grimzag looked at her for a moment, before realizing he knew as much as anyone else. Maybe even more!

"Hmm... Those Marines kidnapped me, took me to a complex up there," He pointed up the mountain, "I broke out, fell down the mountain, got patched up by the medic of the... Gaeltach? guys, and then all Hell broke loose around me. I called for my boys," He waved a hand at the Elites who were busy checking all their weapons, "Who came here and are about to enter the forest and take out anyone who doesn't co-operate. And as for you," Grimzag pulled out a pistol that one of the Elite's had handed him, "You are required on board that helicopter. Now."

Grimzag looked at her for a moment, before realizing he knew as much as anyone else. Maybe even more!

"Hmm... Those Marines kidnapped me, took me to a complex up there," He pointed up the mountain, "I broke out, fell down the mountain, got patched up by the medic of the... Gaeltach? guys, and then all Hell broke loose around me. I called for my boys," He waved a hand at the Elites who were busy checking all their weapons, "Who came here and are about to enter the forest and take out anyone who doesn't co-operate. And as for you," Grimzag pulled out a pistol that one of the Elite's had handed him, "You are required on board that helicopter. Now."

Looking distainfully at the gun, her blurred form seemed to run through her options.

1) she could kill the remaining people

2) she could kill most of the remaining people and get information from who ever was left alive

3) she could comply with the Warchief and step on the plane.

'If I get blood on these clothes, I'm gonna spend weeks washing them.' she thought to herself.

"Sure." she said aloud in a low buzzing tone as she smiled at him. All the while her body was still blurred.

"Good." Said Grimzag, motioning to the chopper. "Bear in mind we won't hesitate to shoot you if you try anything."

Meanwhile, the Elites got ready to move. While the commander shouted that the time was up, they began munching on snow. The cold substance would cover up the smoke from their mouths when they breathed. Each man knew exactly where to move, as if the dense forest they were about to enter was his own back garden. They all silently entered the forest, placing tiny loudspeakers against certain trees, with the pre-recorded message of "Freeze! Dregruk Elites! Drop your weapons and put your hands on your head slowly!" that could be activated at any time by pressing a pressure pad under their camouflage jackets.

One Elite spotted a Marine moving through the trees. Silently, the Elite moved into a bush that the Marine was about to pass. He pressed the pad, and the message shouted out (From the opposite direction of where the Elite was). The Marine raised his rifle, ignoring the command issued by the recording. The Elite grinned evilly, and unclipped his machete (Standard issue for all Elites in a wild environment). As the Marine began to move away with his back to him, the Elite snuck up behind him and struck. He landed a fast, quick stab through the neck of the Marine, who fell to the ground gurgling quietly. The Elite wiped the blade clean and vanished.

Another Elite spotted the people from Gaeltach, whom his Warchief ordered to be given every possible opportunity to be spared death. The Elite hid in the branches of a tree and activated the message, when came out from the right hand side of the Gaeltach troops.

They heard the command and all looked right. What? Geez, this was bad beyond belief. And where the hell was Hively and the medic, and the handlers? Tech Sergeant Dickerson stepped forward and slowly lowered his weapon. He was the most senior person of the group, so he was duty-bound to take charge. Better to give up now than shoot at the home team.
"Technical Sergeant Matthew Dickerson, of the Gaeltach armed forces!" he yelled to identify himself to whomever was shouting the orders, and raised his hands.

The Elite wrapped his legs around the thick tree branch, swung upside down and dropped to the ground with an extremely quiet thud. He stood up to a crouch height, raised his silenced MP5 and moved forward.

"Dregruk Elite. You are required at the evac zone."

Dickerson stayed silent, but nodded, and waited to be escorted to the LZ.

A handful more Elites moved out of the trees around Dickerson and motioned for him and his troops to follow them.

The Elite who found them vanished back into the trees to look for other people to be evacuated.

OOC: I hope these arent my marines Dregruk, as they're on the Pelican and i dont have any despensible characters left.

The marines dropship rocketed vertically, entering lower atmosphere to search for Grimzag.

"DREGRUK ELITES! ALL PERSONS IN THIS AREA ARE REQUIRED TO THROW DOWN THEIR WEAPONS AND COME FORWARD. BE ADVISED THAT WE WILL FIRE UPON ANYONE WHO IS ARMED. YOU HAVE 3 MINUTES." Raptor stepped forward, his Chaplin dangling from his waist, dragging behind him in the snow, his hands up in the air. "We will not relinquish our weapons. If you require that of us, we will clean up this mess and catch our own ride home........"

OOC: We are not on the plane. We will not get on the plane if you require us to drop our weapons. We'll let Grimzag hold onto our weapons, but we're not going to just leave them in the snow, because they're expensive. If you're gonna' make us drop the weapons, then we'll "clean up this mess and catch our own ride home"(forgive the strange talk, OOC in the "we" form of speech. It was what I posted in, eh?)

"Good." Said Grimzag, motioning to the chopper. "Bear in mind we won't hesitate to shoot you if you try anything."

"Why Mister Grimzag, first you order me into the chopper with a gun pointed at me, and now you threaten to shoot me. It's almost like you don't trust me."

Her weapons pocketed and her rifle still slung on her back, she moves towards the chopper and the remaining elites therein.

Dickerson and the rest of the SFS squad did as they were told, though they weren't completely nice about it.

[OOC: Defenseless Marines...did you wind up bringing my two handlers with you guys?]

Grimzag shook his head and went back to securing the area, just in time to see the Gaeltach men heading towards the chopper.

Meanwhile...

The Elites were slowly moving through the forest, (OOC: Maniaca, I don't have a clue what you're rabbiting on about at the moment) systematically looking for anyone to evac.

Yip enters the chopper, taking a look at her dimmer surroundings, equipment and personel alike.

"So boys, where are we going?"

The pilot turned around to see Yip and said, "To Ghastopol, Dregruk's capital. We've got some questions for you."

The LRR yellowhawk takes up position next to the Elite's helicopter, loaded with wounded troops.

The Gaeltach SFS squad piled into the helo (sans a few members), wondering if they would all fit without overloading the carrying capacity...

Dickerson looked over the squad, then out the window at the big man. "Not exactly my idea of a camping trip," he cursed under his breath. Hopefully, Hively had a plan. Staring out the window, he wondered where the commander was lurking...

The Elite moved silently through the shadows of the forest. In his ear, the implanted radio fizzled quietly into action and a low voice said, "We pulled the record on the Gaeltach squad in the area. The leader is a man named Hively, and the medic is called Pierce. Boss says he wants them safe. All Elites are to rendezvous at the following co-ordinates:" A series of numbers were rattled out."

All the Elites tapped the side of their ear that signified, "Message acknowledged." And the Elites headed towards the position...

OOC: I'll try and make this as clear as possible: My people will not get on the evac unless their weapons remain intact and are in possession of them when this mess is over. Whether that be you guys hanging on to them for the duration or you let my people keep them.

When the LRR transports had arrived, Pierce and Hively had opted to remain behind. Moving tangent to the area where they had left their troops, they had intended to head back to the encampment to grab a few extra supplies. However at the sound of approaching choppers, they buried themselves in the snow to eliminate their visibility. The chopper landed a little ways off, and they heard the rotors slow to an idle speed. With weapons slung over their backs, they quickly climbed up a nearby tree, counting on the thick tangle of branches to conceal them. For now they would wait. If they heard footsteps approaching, they would take a mouthful of snow to hide their breath. Pierce's wound was beginning to sting from the cold. She closed her eyes to relax and focus on something else. Hively would take the first watch.

The pilot turned around to see Yip and said, "To Ghastopol, Dregruk's capital. We've got some questions for you."

"I could say the exact same thing to you guys..."

The pilot grunted and looked away.

OOC: Maniaca, that's fine. We'll take the weapons and return them to you when this is finished.

Meanwhile the Elites moved through the trees, heading towards the encampment when one of them held his hand up and stopped. Every other Elite stopped, and one by one, each of them raised their hand. (This means that they heard a noise. The first guy would be asking for confirmation.)

One Elite pulled a pair of thermal-vision goggles out of his backpack, and silently prayed, as he turned them on, that it wasn't one of those vampires he'd fought before. He pulled the goggles over his eyes and scanned the area.

And then he spotted it.

He held up his left hand, with 4 fingers up. He tapped his right elbow with them and motioned in the direction of Pierce and Hively's tree. ("40m in that direction")

The Elites surrounded the tree and one man decided he would risk exposure. If the enemy was armed, it wouldn't matter; the combined firepower of the Elites would be able to level the tree anyway.

"Pierce and Hively of Gaeltach? This is the Dregruk Elites. The boss wants a word with you."

All of the Elites raised their MP5's at the tree in anticipation.

The rest of the Clown Gang came down to where the evac was, Chaplins dragging behind them. The disconnected the gun from the cable, let the guns drop from the ground, and kicked them all up in a pile. They walked up into the evac without another word.

Grimzag opened up the cargo space of the chopper and dropped the Chaplins into it.

"Now we need the rest of the Gaeltach men..." He muttered.

Hively hadn't detected the Elites until they were disturbingly close. He saw them moving somewhat in their direction and very carefully reached for a handful of snow. Pierce shifted in her sleep, causing the slightest sound. Hively froze in position, cursing to himself when all the Elites froze. Apparantly, they had been heard. Waking Pierce now would mean certain detection and either capture or death. The Elites surrounded the tree and called them by name- an act which did little to comfort him with all those weapons pointed. To Hively's utter dismay, Pierce jerked awake at the sudden sound and in one fluid motion undid the safety on her weapon, and twisted around to aim at the owner of the voice.

"CHRIST! PUT DOWN THAT DAMN GUN!" Said the leader of the Elites in dismay. "We're here to take you to see Warchief Deathjaw! He specifically told us to keep you safe, but we will fire on you unless you put away that freakin' gun!"

Pierce stated at the Elite, dubious, but did not move her weapon. Hively practically tackled her, and wrested her weapon away, knocking them both out of the tree with the effort.
"It'll be alright," he grunted, pushing himself up to his feet, and offering her a hand. "Look, same uniforms."
She refused, and covered her face with her hands in an attempt to get her bearings. Hively turned to the Elites with a weak smile, holding his side. He'd be alright in a minute or so. "You'll have to excuse my medic. Woke up on the wrong side of the..tree."

"Yes sir. The Chief gave us specific orders. Normally, I would be happier if you and your medic were allowed to stay here to recover, but orders are orders, as I'lm sure you understand. Please follow us."

As the Elite headed towards the LZ, another Elite radioed, "Chief, Gaeltach troops inbound. ETA, three minutes."

At the LZ, Grimzag recieved the message and waved for the helicopter to get warmed up. It was time to get out of here.

Hively grabbed Pierce under the arm and helped her to her feet. Pierce grunted a bit. Some exercise this was turning out to be. She had more bumps and bruises than she cared to recount. She stuck close to Hively, whispering to keep her words private.
"What about the rest of the squad?"
"I don't know."
"Sir, I don't think-"
"Unless you have a better suggestion, lock it up."
They continued to follow the escort of the Elites.

The rest of the Clown Gang came down to where the evac was, Chaplins dragging behind them. The disconnected the gun from the cable, let the guns drop from the ground, and kicked them all up in a pile. They walked up into the evac without another word.

Yip looked up from the pilot as the so called "Clown Gang" walked in, weaponsless and seemingly sullen for it.

'Wonder why they didn't try and take my weapons.'

She shrugged and walked up to the newest "guests" of the chopper to great them.

The rest of the Clown Gang came down to where the evac was, Chaplins dragging behind them. The disconnected the gun from the cable, let the guns drop from the ground, and kicked them all up in a pile. They walked up into the evac without another word.

Yip looked up from the pilot as the so called "Clown Gang" walked in, weaponsless and seemingly sullen for it.

'Wonder why they didn't try and take my weapons.'

She shrugged and walked up to the newest "guests" of the chopper to great them.

Raptor made an arcing motion with his hand. "Hello. What was going on wtih you and those Tooreeb guys?"

"As far as I know, nothing. I'm as confused as you are, probably more."

The pilot leaned around in his chair and shouted over the whine of the engine, "You guys better get yourself strapped in tight, we're gonna be gettin' outta here fast!"

As he was saying this, the Elites broke out of the forest, with Pierce and Hively behind them. Grimzag ran over to them and yelled (Again, over the whine of the engine), "The rest of your squad is in the chopper. Get moving!" before he ran onto the chopper himself and stood, holding onto a hand-holder.

Dickerson looked up in dismay as Hively appraoched with an escort. The rest of the squad began to strap themselves in and the medic and commander made their way to the helo under the force of the backwash. Hively helped Pierce up, and Dickerson grabbed her. Hively jumped in behind, and grabbed onto the nearest stable object he could find, before turning and sitting to lean against his squad members.

Grimzag yelled, "Let's get the hell out of this place!", and the chopper began to ascend. A few moments later, they were over the treetops, and rocketing towards Ghastopol at break-neck speed.

"We'll be touching down in about.. 1 minute. For those of you who haven't visited Ghastopol before, it's another cold, cold day. They reckon it's about..." The pilot checked an instrument on the control panel of the chopper, "... -5 degrees C outside, so it's not that cold, by Ghastopol standards at least."

Grimzag looked at everyone in the chopper and yelled, "You'll be taken into protection for a few days, maybe less if you answer all our questions. If you have any injuries, tell me now so we can get you some medi-care as soon as we land."

"I took a bullet in the head and got quick-fix treatment," said Varmint, peering out from under a bandage.

Raptor tried to radio back to their encampment, but it was pretty staticy. He didn't know if he had gotten his point across. He was about to try again, but he realized he didn't know what radio interference could do to this type of plane, so he put it away.

Fang was still very groggy from the sleep grenade. "Are you guys sure you're not evil and going to kill us all?".....

Grimzag grunted and said, "If I wanted you dead, you wouldn't have escaped the forest."

Grimzag grunted and said, "If I wanted you dead, you wouldn't have escaped the forest."

Fang responded quietly and slowly, "The big man speaks the truth....." He fell to sleep in his chair. Mammoth grinned. "Sleep tight, buddy, for 45 more seconds".......

Hively glanced over his squadron. They had all remained silent since stepping foot on board. Noticing something, he scooted over to Dickerson.
"Why isn't everyone here?" he asked just quietly enough for Dickerson to hear him over the rotors.
"Sir, the handlers never came back...we don't know where they are."
"...I'll handle it."
He gave Dickerson a very pointed look to be sure his meaning was clear. That accomplished, he turned to silently watch Grimzag for the remainder of the short flight.

The marines and the two handlers shot vertically upwards at break-neck speed. The onboard medic sorted out Peeps and Hearts, and Chief explained to their guests.
"I appologise for taking you away from your squad, but i feel we owe you. You see, we believe Grimzag Deathjaw has an implanted chip, in his brain. Stupid although it sounds, we figure our top heads are trying to use him to assassinate another leader, perhaps to start a war. If this device really has the power to control him, i dont think you want to be around when he goes nuts."
The pilot speakered that they were tracking a ship that had left the area moving to Ghastopol. The ships' nose lowered, as they drifted slowly downwards.

Walsh sat with Charlie in his lap. The dog had whined a few times in his sleep, but otherwise seemed alright. Crawford held Rosco firmly by the collar, glancing occassionally out the window.
"Well, thanks for not leaving us there, if nothing else. If we can help, let us know."
He remembered Grimzag as a huge man with frightening physical potential. If he went crazy, it was likely that no one was safe.

On board the chopper, Grimzag was blissfully unaware of the (Metaphorical) unexploded bomb inside his skull. As the chopper landed, he was one of the first to jump out. A security detail was waiting on the landing pad.

"SIR! Good to see you're back, sir."
"Colonel, take these people into custody. Anyone who says they aren't up to questioning can rest until they are. I need to see about getting myself a new pair of Desert Eagles..."

The Colonel saluted, and stood to attention as Grimzag headed towards the armory.

"Alright folks!" Said the Colonel to the newcomers, "Anyone who wants to get the questioning out the way, can follow that gentleman there." He pointed at a soldier who nodded to the gathered crowd. "But I think maybe you should take the time to get used to the surroundings, bu you cannot leave this facility. Do NOT, under any circumstances, try to leave without authorisation from the Chief. You will be shot on sight.

"So, you can follow that gentleman to get the questioning done, that one if you want to go to the medical centre, me if you want to go to your quarters and get some sleep, or head of after the Chief if you want to see about having a new gun made for ya. But you won't be able to carry it until after you've been questioned."

OOC: Go anywhere you want. It's up to you.

Hively's squad divided between medical attention and quarters. He looked to Pierce to relay the unspoken order that she would accompany him to questioning. Better to get it out of the way than to arouse any suspicion.

Varmint went to the hospital to get his head cleaned up, and the rest of the Clown Gang went to go get questioned. They figured they had nothing to hide. They had come to help sort the situation out, not kill anybody, and they hadn't, they had nearly gotten killed themselves.

Her weapons still on her, Yip trotted after the Warchief. After all, she was still very curious about the events and wanted to puzzle out why a sense of wrongness was eminating from the large warrior.

"Mornin' Chief." Said the guy in charge of the armory when Grimzag walked in. "What'll it be today?"

Grimzag looked thoughtful, then said, "My Deagles were taken back at that mountain, and I need a new pair. But I'm gonna do some work on 'em. Make 'em more powerful. So I'll need..." He rattled off a list of gun parts that the armorer quickly fetched. Grimzag nodded and took the parts to a work table where he started getting them ready.

He looked up and saw one of the people he'd taken into custody walk into the room.

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Meanwhile, as the rest of the people were shown to their quarters, the Maniacans were taken into one interrogation room and the Gaeltach people into another. They both asked the same question:

"What were you doing at the foot of the Molach mountain range?"

"Mornin' Chief." Said the guy in charge of the armory when Grimzag walked in. "What'll it be today?"

Grimzag looked thoughtful, then said, "My Deagles were taken back at that mountain, and I need a new pair. But I'm gonna do some work on 'em. Make 'em more powerful. So I'll need..." He rattled off a list of gun parts that the armorer quickly fetched. Grimzag nodded and took the parts to a work table where he started getting them ready.

He looked up and saw one of the people he'd taken into custody walk into the room.

She steped to the work table that the warchief had taken posession of and unslung the C7 from her back.

"Mind if I borrow a couple of cleaning rags? This rifle has been in the ground a couple of days and as sturdy as it is, I'd like to give it a twice over before firering it."

Grimzag nodded and tossed her a few rags carelessly.

"You'll need to unload that, mind. Can't let all out captives run around with loaded rifles." Not looking up from the gun barrel he was working on, he held out a hand for the magazine to be placed on.

"What were you doing at the foot of the Molach mountain range?"


Zeus answered for the group. We were sent by our superiors to sort out a situation in Dregruk. Apparently some plane, I don't know what kind of plane it was, they didn't tell us, noticed some strange activity going on in the mountains and saw somebody get rolled down a mountain being trailed by gunfire. We came down originally to try and keep the situation from turning violent, but if youd've been there, youd've seen that that was impossible. We sided with the guy who'd been rolled down a mountain, but nothing really happened to us while we were down there, besides Varmint taking one in the noggin. And if you want to know more about the plane, I guess you can talk to the people who sent me here. I can let you know how to contact them.

"What were you doing at the foot of the Molach mountain range?"

"We were camping," Hively stated rather matter-of-factly, "doubled with survival training."

*Double Post*

Grimzag nodded and tossed her a few rags carelessly.

"You'll need to unload that, mind. Can't let all out captives run around with loaded rifles." Not looking up from the gun barrel he was working on, he held out a hand for the magazine to be placed on.

OOC: She has 3 30 round mag pouches hidden on her person anyways, lol

IC:

"Of course, Security and all, I understand."

The Magazine is ejected and placed in his waiting hand. A safety check is proformed and a bullet is propelled out of the chamber. Yip picks up up and places it in another pocket.

She sits down, removes the cleaning kit from the rifle butt and cracks the rifle open. The cocking handed is pulled back and the bolt is removed. With a gerber than no one even saw her carrying, the firing pin retaining pin is pulled out and placed carfully in front of her, followed by the firing pin itself. The bolt holder is extracted, and the bolt itself is taken from the bolt carrier.

With great care the extractor pin is removed and the extractor itself is set down right next to all the other parts of the bolt.

Both upper and lower receiver are seperated from each other; the plastic hand guards are removed from the barrel; the recoil spring is removed from the butt and finally, the scope is removed from it's mounting.

Thus, the maticulous job of cleaning a weapon begins and though, through out the process of breaking the rifle down, there had been only silence, with a CLP oiled rag in one hand and the bolt carrier in the other, she finally asked him, "So, what do you know?"

The dropship scanned for a place to land near to Ghastapol, and the marines formulated a plan to capture Grimzag and keep their leaders from using him as a weapon of mass-destruction.

"What do you mean, what do I know?" Asked Grimzag as he stood up and walked over to the armorer.

"I need two of the sniper rifles that the Elites use. Ones that can fire a .357 Magnum load." The armorer raised an eyebrow, but handed over the weapons anyway.

Grimzag took them back to his seat (OOC: I know zilch about weapons making, so the majority will probably be impossible...) and began sawing at them. Soon, they were half the original size. Following some complex work, the rifle barrels were locked on top of each other, on the chassis of the original Desert Eagle. The original DE barrel had been taken off. The grip had been widened slightly to accommodate a new clip that had 24 .357 Magnum FMJ rounds. The bullets would split off into the two barrels as they were fed into the breech.

When the first was finished, Grimzag began doing exactly the same for the second.

---

The two interrogators looked at the captives. To the Maniacans, one man asked, "You were sent to investigate what happened to our Warchief, is that correct?"

The other man asked Hively, "Camping and military exercises? You did have a license for this from our government, right?"

The other man asked Hively, "Camping and military exercises? You did have a license for this from our government, right?"

"We had travel papers, yes. But the training was not a military exercise. We were off-duty, and the squad chose to use this opportunity for that purpose."

"What do you mean, what do I know?" Asked Grimzag as he stood up and walked over to the armorer.

"I need two of the sniper rifles that the Elites use. Ones that can fire a .357 Magnum load." The armorer raised an eyebrow, but handed over the weapons anyway.

Grimzag took them back to his seat (OOC: I know zilch about weapons making, so the majority will probably be impossible...) and began sawing at them. Soon, they were half the original size. Following some complex work, the rifle barrels were locked on top of each other, on the chassis of the original Desert Eagle. The original DE barrel had been taken off. The grip had been widened slightly to accommodate a new clip that had 24 .357 Magnum FMJ rounds. The bullets would split off into the two barrels as they were fed into the breech.

When the first was finished, Grimzag began doing exactly the same for the second.

Now cleaning the bolt, "I mean what do you know about the situation you were in. No country's armed force attacks another country's warchief without a damned good reason."

She could have added that something felt wrong in general when she was around him, but felt that saying thus would be giving away to much information.

Grimzag slapped the magazines into the new Deagles and stood up. As he walked away, he said, "I don't think they were another country's armed force. Most of the countries Dregruk knows about has a specific emblem or uniform. I'd never seen them before."

---

"Travel papers? That was one of the most dangerous mountain ranges in Dregruk, and you went there willingly?! Let's see these papers..."

"Travel papers? That was one of the most dangerous mountain ranges in Dregruk, and you went there willingly?! Let's see these papers..."

"Gladly. They're in my tent at the encampment."
Hively wasn't really trying to be difficult, but disclosing the minimal amount of information was just a part of officer training.

The interrogator sighed and said, "Okay, your story checks out. Stay in this facility for a few days, maybe less, until we can secure your papers. You may leave."

Hively and Pierce stood and left the interrogation room. In silence, they found their way to the barracks to check in with their squad.
"Thank god for poor intel, eh?" Pierce whispered to Hively.
They were both thankful for this mixed blessing. Of course there would be no papers in his tent, but that could easily be explained away. Thankful that they didn't ask about the missing handlers either. With sudden clarity, Hively found himself wondering why he felt the need to shroud themselves in so much secrecy and mystery if they really had nothing to hide. Shrugging, he chalked it up to training and moved on. His men would be glad for a few days rest out of the elements.

The Pelican had come down quietly in a nearby forrest, and was being covered with camo netting. Once the four had finished, they beckonned the Gaeltach members and set off in the direction of the encampment their friends were being held at.

*BADAMM!* *BADAMM!* *BADAMM!*

Grimzag's new Eagles were more powerful than he could possible have dreamed. The targets that he fired at were torn apart by the hefty pistols. And they were metal targets, too!

The two Gaels followed the Marines as quietly as possible. Crawford had to loop Rosco's lead around his muzzle and back through his collar to keep him quiet, and that seemed to be working for the time being. Both of the dogs were nervous approaching the compound, a fact that neither of the handlers found heartening. Tapping one of the Marine's on the shoulder, Walsh expressed his concerns and suggested that they take all possible precautions.

Peeps explained they were all professionals and promptly fell over a root.
Chief led them to a covered spot over-looking the compound and Peeps scanned for the guards locations. They would need to wait for dark before doing anything anyway.

"When the time comes to take action," Crawford began quietly, speaking with Chief, "Walsh and I would like in, sir. The dogs are trained to respond to hand signals as well as voice commands, so they might be useful for a silent attack."

The two interrogators looked at the captives. To the Maniacans, one man asked, "You were sent to investigate what happened to our Warchief, is that correct?"

"Well yes, we were sent to see what was going on with the huge guy rolling down the side of a mountain, who turned out to be your Warchief."

OOC: Damn, offline.

OOC: Damn, offline.

OOC: what?

Grimzag slapped the magazines into the new Deagles and stood up. As he walked away, he said, "I don't think they were another country's armed force. Most of the countries Dregruk knows about has a specific emblem or uniform. I'd never seen them before."

She watched his departing back and idly finished up the rest of her cleaning. The sense of wrongness had departed when he did, and that troubled her. It ment that there was something about him that was wrong. Yip, along with the rest of the Agency had been trained to sense certine things about people, ranging from intense anger or hate to intense love and caring, even violent intentions like cold blooded murder couldn't hide from most of them. Not only that, they weren't limited to feeling emotional states, but instead could sense if there was something wrong with the person, like a bundle of canser cells eating away at a person or a camoflauged sythetic arm in which weapons would be hidden .

That was the same type of feeling that she was getting from him, but even to her well trained eyes, she saw no artifical limbs and he moved to fluidly to be using any.

So what was the feeling from?

Yip re-assembled her weapon, did a function test automaticly and then cocked it one more time, put the pocketed bullet into the chamber and flicked the selecter to safe.

After all, one never knew.

Grimzag arrived in his quarters and sat down. He placed the two new, giant Eagles onto his bedside table, then picked up a letter that had been lying there. From Emperor Soulblighter of Troon...

Grimzag didn't know why, but just seeing Soulblighter's name filled him with an intense hate. He kept thinking, "He has murdered thousands of innocent people... he must be stopped... I am the only one who can..." over an over again. He decided to sleep on it, and lay down on his bed.

---

"Very well. I seems you came to Dregruk with peaceful purpose, and we will respect that. You are free to go."

"Very well. I seems you came to Dregruk with peaceful purpose, and we will respect that. You are free to go."]

OOC: You say this to the Maniacans, correct?

OOC: Yep.

The scanner showed movement inside the camp. Chief was getting worried that the prisoners might be executed. He decided to go in at day-break, and catch Grimzag. Perhaps they could reason with him.. Mabey he would understand. Chief lifted his weapon. "At least we're armed if everything goes to hell."

Grimzag's eyes snapped open. He was bathed in sweat and his eyes shone with a maniacal glint. The same thought kept running through his head; "Soulblighter must die."

He got to his feet and had a shower. When he was dressed in fresh clothes, he headed into the main office of the Military.

"I'm taking a weeks leave." He muttered upon reaching the main desk

"Yes sir. Where would you like to go?"

"Troon."

30 minutes later, Grimzag was waiting to board a military jet, headed for Troon.

The vehicle took Grimzag and some bodyguards to a nearby airstrip. Hearts was left by the dropship and the other three followed on foot. They dropped extra equipment on the pelican and gave chase.

The Maniacans sighed with relief after leaving the interrogation. They left to go to the medics to see Varmint and Fang--Fang decided it would be a good idea to go to the medics and get some shut-eye, because he collapsed just outside the front door of the interrogation room. Zeus(OOC: it might have been Chomp, I don't remember) had recovered much quicker, since the hole in the grenade had been facing Fang's face, and Fang got the full blast of the sleeping smoke. They told them they had been cleared to leave. Varmint showed the group the bullet that had been lodged in his head before the Maniacan medics yanked it out at the encampment. He had cleaned it up, and it didn't look like anything they'd seen before. Zephyr offered, "Must be from the Tooreebians, or
perhaps the marines sniping away. You know, I never saw the dog people come on board the plane?" The rest of the squad agreed. "I'll see if I can find some way to let the pilots back at home base know we're here, and have them come back tomorrow morning to pick us up," said Mammoth, and off he went. He did that, and went back to the medic place. The troops were gathered, and they went out to mess around in the snow. They had to go inside every 10 minutes or so though, because their saliva started to freeze over in their mouths if they stayed outside too long. It sure was cold......

Tailing him had been hard, really really hard. Yip had almost gotten caught several times and was only saved by her ability to make musings prevail over perceptiveness, inabling her to slip past the thought clouded guards.

So when she saw Grimzag entering the plane, she slipped into the wheel compartment and hid.

(OOC: sorry for the absolute non-descriptive crappyness of this post, I just had no time to write much, ^^:: )

Pierce was having trouble napping, and her squad seemed to have only minimally better luck. Hively lay on a bunk staring at the ceiling. Others lay staring into space, or sitting, staring at nothing. A few milled about, glancing out the frost-covered windows from time to time. She had the sinking feeling that they wouldn't leave this place...
With a start, she shook her head to clear her mind of such thoughts. Donning a heavy field jacket, she left the barracks to walk and clear her thoughts. Nearby, she saw several of the Maniacans playing in the snow. With an impish grin, she gatherd a small ball of the powder and sent it flying for the head of the nearest fighter.

The jet Grimzag was on roared into action. The engines let out a loud cacophony of roars as it began its ascent into the sky. It flew low over head, and Grimzag looked out the window to see a snowball fight underway.

No one noticed Yip was hiding in the wheel compartment.

The snowball smashed against Zephyr's cheek and he fell to the ground, screaming "ahhh, no!" The Clown Gang couldn't tell if he was screwing around or not. Until Mammoth knelt down behind him and Zephyr got up and smeared a handful of snow in his face. Raptor Took a snowball and flung it at the aggressor after which he himself was hit in the back of the head and he fell face down on the ground. Chomp and Demon combined to pick up the midsection of a snowman and they took it up on their shoulders, looking for a good target to unleash it upon. They saw Fang strolling out of the medic area to join the festivities, and they charged at him, one person on each side so that the snowball would hit him square in the face when they ran beside him. Some snowballs flew aimlessly into the woods, others smacked against windows. Trident poked a needle sized hole in a smoke grenade that had been hidden under kevlar and began injecting snow into it. Zeus was fighting with his back to a decapitated snowman. Trident jammed the grenade into the midsection, stabbed it with his dagger at the weakpoint, pocketed the dagger, ran four steps and slid to the ground. The snowman midsection exploded, there was smoke and snow everywhere. Trident had actually created a snow grenade that exploded corrrectly. That had changed the whole face of the game. Now, since most people were on the ground since they had been hit by a slab of snow going 40 miles per hour, Trident was king. He chucked snowballs at will. But rebellion was brewing. The subjects were collaborating. Raptor grabbed a snowball in each hand and charged toward Trident while his back was turned. Trident saw him and quickly hit him back to the ground. But while his undivided attention was turned to Raptor, the other ten fighters all threw snowballs that hit their mark. Now Trident was off guard, and it was time to go in for the kill..........

"It's so... fucking... bloody cold... in here." Yip gasped out quietly, hugging herself and shivering.

A small tracking device dimmly glowed on the underside of the jets left wing. It was too fast for the marines to catch up with it now, but one radio call later, and they were riding in the pelican once more - now painted in a dazzling white.

"Why'd you paint it white?", asked Guns, "It looked way cooler in grey"
"Cos were in snow dumass. And i was bored", Hearts replyed from the pilots seat. Guns shrugged.

Hearts flew the pelican upward into high atmosphere ,to try to locate where Grimzag was going. Chief hoped that it wasnt something to do with the chip. Peeps sneezed and pulled another blanket over himself. Guns took a swig "for the cold".

Pierce was knocked down by the snow explosion. Filled with a maniacal feminine rage, Pierce grabbed an armload of snow, and ran at the melee. With a jump, she threw herself at Trident, and managed to cling there catlike on his back. Laughing evilly, she tried her best to stuff as much of the powder as possible down the neck of his uniform.

OOC: I really need Troon to post right about now....

OOC: Sorry...

IC:

Soulblighter was worried. He had heard no word from Dregruk about the new weapon. Perhaps they didn't want to share it? He would give them a few more days, and then get Damas to go investigate. He was away doing exercises with some of the troops; there was no need to disturb him yet.

Sighing, the Emperor sat down in his seat and began reviewing the budget sheet. He was interrupted by a buzz from his intercom. He pressed the button and Jones' voice crackled over.

"My Lord, we have detected a jet inbound from Dregruk. Will we give it clearance to land?"

Soulblighter thought about it for a moment.

"Yes, they may land. Hopefully they will have something to tell me."

After cutting the connection, he sat back and smiled. It looked like someone was coming to give him something after all...

Grimzag's plane landed without a hitch, and soon he was heading towards Troon''s government building.

The pelican screamed towards the ground at a massive velocity. The jet had landed - in Troon. And it was near the presidential building of Emperor Soulblighter. Chief hoped this wasnt important, but sped towards Troon's border to radio a warning anyway.

Grimzag took uneven steps, often stumbling, as he neared the Government office. The maniacal flare inside him was burning with excessive energy, and it fueled his unnatural hatred for Soulblighter and anyone who got in his way. Realising that guns would be a waste until he was past the security, Grimzag looked around the streets for a weapon. Something relatively silent, yet very effective... At that moment, a plastic bag flew into his leg. He grabbed it and shoved it up his sleeve.

Walking into the reception of the building, Grimzag saw it was empty, save for one soldier patrolling back and forth with his rifle slung over his shoulder. The soldier nodded to Grimzag when he saw him, before continuing his patrol. Perfect.

Sergeant Fulstrum walked on his patrol, wondering what a giant was doing in the Government building. Probably another wacko tourist from Dregruk just having a look around. His eyebrows tightened when he heard a strange rustling noise behind him.

Grimzag was a few inches behind the Sergeant when he struck. With a lightning fast movement and unequaled brutality, he pulled the bag across the man's face. Tightening it, he pulled the struggling head back and lifted the squirming man off the ground, until he was at head-level with Grimzag. Grimzag wasted no time in repeatedly smashing his fist into the soldier's face, before finally snapping his neck. The Sergeant fell to the ground, blood dribbling down the blue bag wrapped around his head tightly.

Grimzag realised he would be soon seen on the CCTV, so he wasted no time in diving over the reception desk and landed on the other side of the security systems, just as a loud klaxon sound and metal panels fell around where he had been 2 seconds ago.

The ships nose was glowing from the air-friction, and Hearts struggles with the controls. The radio splutered into life as they crossed into Troon's airspace and a young man spoke.
"Unauthorised ship, you have entered Troon airspace. Turn back or you will be fired upon."
Chief took the radio as Hearts needed to concentrate.
"Listen kid, we need you to relay a message to your government, ok?"
The ship barrel-rolled as an anti-air missile streaked across its under carriage.
"Holy shit! They're shootin' at us!" Declared Guns, sprawled on the ceiling.
"No kiddin" Shouted Hearts, his hands moving swiftly to avoid another shot.

The second missile flew towards the ship at a casual speed. Hearts pulled the nose away from its path, but it tracked and continued. Peeps, who had regained consienceness and was manning the sensors, counted down impact time. "Three"
"Oh crap" whispered Chief.
Hearts shouted ,"hold on!" as the ships bulk scraped its way upward, desperatly trying to avoid being shot down over possibly hostile territory.
"One"
The explosion rippled through the ship like it was a silk sheet. The left engine blew out and sparks flew dramatically from the controls and terminals. moments from death, the emergancy thrusters fired, and the pelican dug its way 20 feet into the Troon soil.

"Damn it." she swore as she was too late.

Who would have thought that a big guy like that would try and be an assasin? After all, he wasn't exactly an easy guy to MISS. 'Hell, maybe he's trying to rob the place.' she muttered to herself, but never believeing it. It was, after all, the governmental building of this backwater hick town.

Yip looked around for some kind of accsess into the upper levels of the building.

OOC: Since Troon can't be arsed to actually do anything here, I'll just keep slaughtering his troops.

IC:

Emperor Soulblighter sat at his desk, glancing over reports, when a alarmed chief-of-security busted into his office.

"SIR! The building is under attack!"

"WHAT?!" Cried Soulblighter, glancing up.

"A lone man walked in and killed a member of security! We believe he's headed here!"

Soublighter sat down and resumed looking over his reports.
"Kill him."
"Sir, I don't think you understand who I'm talking abou..."
"What part of that last order did you not understand, Lieutenant?" Asked Soulblighter cuttingly, still not looking up.

The man sighed and said, "Yes sir." before turning and marching away.

Meanwhile, Grimzag was looking around the area he was in. There was quite a lot of equipment here he could use. In one equipment store, he spied a chainsaw propped up against the pieces of wood it was chopping. He grabbed it and walked out the door, to see the place explode with soldiers.

OOC: Its not my fault. I tried for an hour last night to get into this thread...but what you posted is fine...

IC:

Soulblighter was still looking over his reports when he heard a knock on the door. "Finally", he thought, "they've killed the intruder. I wonder who would be so stupid?"

Out loud, he called, "Come in!"

OOC: If that's meant to be Grimzag, he's still at the ground floor...

IC:

Grimzag looked around the room as soldiers poured into it. Each man took a position and raised his rifle before yelling, "DROP YOUR WEAPON!!"

All who stand in my way will die... thought Grimzag. He moved his hand onto the ripcord of the saw and tugged fiercely, bringing the tool into a spluttering *VRRRRMM HMM HMM HMM HMM HMM....*

OOC: Ok, well my post counts whenever he gets upstairs. Feel free to do some slaughter. Just don't kill too many of my men please...the server isn't letting me in much, so I probably won't post much at all. Just go on without me.

And there aren't THAT many troops working at the palace...not today, anyway...

The inside of the dropship was pitch black, illuminated only by the occasional spark of a broken circuitboard. Peeps was hanging from the roof by his chairbelt, as the craft had turned onto its side. Hearts has a deep cut over his eye, and Chief was unconscous. Guns was the first one awake. He turned on his shoulder lamp and woke up Chief. He grumbled an punched Guns in the stomach from reflex. He collapsed to the ground.

Outside the crater the team was assembled, looking like a militia from a small farm. Hearts was told to guard the ship, make repairs as best he could and hopefully get them an evac. The other three made for Grimzags last known position.

The Troon soldiers opened fire at Grimzag as he ran towards one of their men. Bullets flew past him like raindrops, and the man he was charging at was paralysed with terror, and had only just begun to raise his rifle when Grimzag rammed the chainsaw into his chest. Blood splattered all over the walls, coupled with torn flesh. Several soldiers fell over and started vomiting, but Grimzag wasn't finished. He pulled the chainsaw out of the corpse and readied for another attack when a bullet thudded into his thigh, followed by a few more. He fell onto one knee and rolled to the left, grabbing the fallen soldier's rifle as he did so. He let loose a torrent of bullets, killing a good number of the soldiers as he did so...

"You'd think they would cut all the tree's down so that illigal entries couldn't be made." Yip muttered to herself as she hopped from one branch to the other before smashing in through a window.

"Just follow the sounds of bullets and blood."

OOC: Sorry if the whole "morning" scenario clashes with the situation in Troon. It could be a whole different time zone, or if worst comes to worst, you can just ignore this.

IC: Zephyr woke up in the morning, still dripping wet. He was the first one up, and he heard the Stork coming down about half a mile away from their location(OOC: I'm not really sure if Ghastopol is city or a base). The air was very crisp, freezing even, but it was alright under the mass that Zephyr was wearing. The Eastern sky was a mix of red and purple. "What a bueaY GOD!!" As he was admiring the conditions, a tiny radio was on in his ear, telling of a giant "madman" who had just torn apart a guard at the goverment building wearing a Dregruk uniform. He woke the others, told them the news, and they were off in the Stork for Troon in half an hour. They had no idea whether there would be welcome party waiting for them or an SAM at the Troon border. Raptor tried to radio the Troonish(OOC: Troonese, just Troon, whatever) government, to let them know they were on their way.

Deep underneath the palace, far from the carnage upstairs, the communications department received the message.

"Roger that. Please land on runway 9. A small branch of guards will meet with you to check that you are not hostile. Please reply. Over."

The radio operator wondered if this had any connection with the other craft which had been shot down...

OOC:I believe Ghastopol's a city. And "Troon" itself is probably better, but "Troonish" is fine.

Hively lay staring at the ceiling. He hadn't been able to sleep. He glanced up as Pierce came in dripping wet and shaking from the cold. Stifling a smile, he wrapped a blanket around her shoulders and left her to thaw. Not long ago, he'd heard yet another helo. They seemed to be the only group still here. Worriedly, he realized that blackhawk transports would attempt to pick them up from the encampment later today. He wondered what would happen if they found the base empty...
However the more pressing matter remained that he had still not made contact with his handlers, and there seemed to be something big going on. Not knowing made him anxious.

OOC: Did your guys come with mine Gaeltach? Its up to you. If they did then they'll still be inside the ship.

Hearts, while listening to blaring music, was using a blowtorch to cut open the hull where it had crumpled. A few minutes later and he was patching a burst O2 line. Then rewiring a large terminal. Then the fueltank had to be removed.
"This could take some time", he thought.

OOC: Sure...seems as logical an action as any.

"Need some help?" offered Walsh, having finshed a few minor circuitry repairs inside.
Crawford stood with Rosco, watching after the Marines. He'd wanted to tag along, but thought better of it. Though appealing, messing with team bonds would bring harm down upon them all, and would make him liability. For now, he would wait for Walsh who had a surprizing knack for electrical repairs. Charlie sat idly nearby, panting and staring at his handler. Crawford laughed to himself, wondering how they sustained minor injuries from a skirmish, yet somehow walked away from the crash without a scratch.
"Walsh, we need to find a way to contact Hively..."

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Back at the Ghastopol complex, Hively wandered around the facility, searching for a comm room. He needed to get ahold of those choppers. These people seemed accomidating enough, and he was sure they didn't really want his men taking up any sort of residence here.

Time slowed for Grimzag, as it always did when he was in a dangerous situation.

As he rested on one knee, and could see the empty shell casings flicking out of the rifle as round after round after round was discharged into the Troon soldiers. He even watched the returning fire from the Troon soldiers flying at him, some thudding into the wall behind him, some piling into the ground... and a few embedded themselves into him. He winced every time he felt the familiar piercing pain. But he was having to much fun cutting down the Troonites. One soldier was riddled full of bullets in the chest, another's head was blasted by one, splattering blood and bone fragments into the eyes of the man behind him.

Grimzag got to his feet, his rifle glowing red and the room even redder. He was confident every one of the Troonites were dead, when he caught a glimmer of movement at the corner of his eye.

The blinded soldier. He'd forgotten about him.

An evil grin snaked its way across Grimzag's face as he raised his rifle once more, but quickly evaporated when the rifle's response to him pulling the trigger was a metallic *KLIK*.

The blind soldier spun in Grimzag's direction and began spraying wildly with his rifle, half-screaming at him, half-crying. Grimzag tried to dive to the right, but as a low bullet cut the underside of his ankle, the dive turned into a collapse. *BADOOMF*. The soldier must've assumed that that implied Grimzag was dead.

But he was very wrong.

Grimzag was walking towards him, holding the chainsaw in his right hand, the rifle long since abandoned. When he was within 1 foot of the man, (In one swift movement) he pulled the cord of the saw and swung it at the man's neck. As fast as it was, he still had time to see the expression on the man's face change from satisfaction to sheer terror... right before the blade sliced his head off.

OOC: Blind soldier? What blind soldier?

OOC: Duh! The blind one! What are you, blind? 8)

IC:

Their progress through the town had been unimpeded, as the citizens in Dregruk all carried weapons, or near enough. As Guns had point, he saw the building first, and the mayhem inside.
"Holy crap!" he exclaimed, turning to report to Chief, who looked on in amazement. "That is a lotta work for one guy.. I hope we're not too late. C'mon!"

OOC: 2 things... 1: The blind soldier was the one who had bone fragments fired into his eyes
2: This carnage (I assume you're talking about where Grimzag is just now) is in Troon. At their capital. Yeah.

"Roger that, Thank you."

The Clown Gang stepped out onto the runway. "Please hurry, we've got a raging behemoth to subdue."

The Clown Gang was cleared and they ran to the government building. They ran as fast as they could. They didn't stop as they grappled up through a second story window. They found the Canada-Germany operative there. "Hello again," said Demon with a grin. They tried to find a good position, but they couldn't and ended up just being mush. They had no idea what to do, and they were the best and brightest in Maniaca. They hadn't really been trained for this situation: Juggernaut madman on rampage, trying to assassinate leader in government building. They decided to hang around, and maybe follow this other operative, if it seemed she had a good idea. Their bodies were covered in grenades under kevlar, 3 of the 5 types were non-lethal, and they had re confiscated their Chaplins before they left, so they were definitely fully equipped, it was just the fact that they were against such an imposing foe that they had decided they were going to try not to kill. They however, decided then that if they pulled this off, they would be pretty cool, so they decided to go ahead with it, whatever it was they were doing......

*Tap tap tap*

Emperor Soulblighter looked up from his desk at the sound of his door being knocked. His Chief of Staff had requested that it be locked for the duration of the threat. Evidentially, the threat was over now. Wasn't it?

"Hold on, it's locked." Soulblighter got to his feet and began leisurely strolling towards his door.

*VRRRNNM HMM HMM RRRRNNNNNNNNNNN*

He stopped walking and jumped back as a chainsaw blade came through the narrow gap between his two oak doors and sliced through the metal lock that was holding them together. Then there was a crash, as the door was kicked open. There, in the threshold, was Warchief Grimzag Deathjaw. Holding the decapitated head of a Troon security soldier. He threw the head into Soulblighter's office and began walking forwards.

"Time to die, scum..."

OOC: if this guy REALLY has to die, tell me and I'll either withdraw this post, or have my character "let" you kill Soulblighter.

IC:

"Time to die, scum..."

Yip blazed around the corner, fully stepped up and C7A3 at the ready.

"What the F__K are you doing?" she asked in the odd low, elongated voice.

Guns flew up the corridor and screamed "FREEZE!" to the chainsaw-wielding maniac, followed closly by Chief and Peeps. Peeps was trying to shake off some insides from his sleeve, and after noticing Grimzag, he also shouted "FREEZE!", making Chief wince.

OOC: I don't think Troon would be overly chuffed if his head-of-state was knocked off...

IC:

Grimzag continued walking towards Soulblighter, he was backing away from him and demanding that he lower the saw, with a hint of panic in his voice.

"Anyone who gets between me and my prize will die..." He muttered, with an edge of insanity creeping into his cold tone.

OOC: I don't think Troon would be overly chuffed if his head-of-state was knocked off...

IC:

Grimzag continued walking towards Soulblighter, he was backing away from him and demanding that he lower the saw, with a hint of panic in his voice.

"Anyone who gets between me and my prize will die..." He muttered, with an edge of insanity creeping into his cold tone.

Yip sqeezed the trigger, realeasing a bullet into the Warchief's right knee.

Grimzag stumbled to one knee, but quickly got back to his feet and resumed his advance on Soulblighter.

Soulblighter backed away from Grimzag, ordering him to "Put down the chainsaw.".

When he felt his leg touch his desk, he backed around it and pulled a shiny black revolver out of one of the drawers. It was a powerful Magnum .357. He clicked back the hammer on the weapon.

He knew fine well the weapon wouldn't kill Grimzag, maybe just slow him down a little. Which was exactly what he wanted. He fired off every single round at Grimzag's legs. One bullet smashed into the ground beside Grimzag, one hit him in the ankle, and the rest missed spectacularly. Finally, the revolver clicked empty.

Soublighter threw it to the ground, and was horrified to see Grimzag crawling towards him, the chainsaw gripped so tightly that his knuckles were glowing white. Behind him he left a trail of blood from his legs.

Soublighter ran to one of the bookcases in his office and struck one of the books on it with his fist. The bookcase slid open, revealing an elevator. Soulblighter ran into it and jammed his thumb onto the button, and the bookcase slid back across the gap as his elevator descended.

The Clown Gang heard a chainsaw whirr and took off. They turned a corner and saw Grimzag in a doorway. Victor stopped so hard he flew off to the side. They saw Grimzag crawling along the ground, chainsaw in hand. "BY GOD!" screamed Varmint. He pulled his Chaplin out and fired continuously into Grimzag's back. The rest of the Clown Gang mimicked. However, in their nervousness, their hands were shaking and their shots were frantic. Nearly all of the shots missed their mark, and only one or two hit him in the forearm or foreleg. When they saw Grimzag's head turn toward them, Fang pulled out a stun and sleep grenade, punctured them both, and flung them at Grimzag while the rest of the Gang ran back out of sight just behind the doorway. Fang didn't see if the grenades hit their mark or not, after they left his hand, he took off as well. They were all on one knee, guns poised for fire in case Grimzag came back instead of going after the Troon guy......

OOC: Edited for safety of RP

He pulled his Chaplin out and fired continuously into Grimzag's back. The rest of the Clown Gang mimicked.

:shock:

Did you just machine-gun my character in the back?! Look, he's tough, but I'm a realist: spinal injuries are kinda crippling. So change your post please. I don't like having to tell people to do that, but please do so. Bear in mind that your current post basically means that you decided to turn the military leader of another country into swiss cheese. Pretty much a declaration of war. Bullets to the legs are fine.

OOC: Erm....sorry :oops: . I"ll make them miss in their nervousness at fighting a guy twice as tall as them, if the server lets me. If you want to post before I change it, go ahead, don't worry, I'll get it changed sooner or later. It's kind of funny the way Dregruk said: "Did you just machine gun my character in the back?" I just had to laugh. I'll change it though, don't worry. I said don't worry.........

OOC: That's better...

IC:

Grimzag howled in pain as he felt more bullets cut into him. Soublighter was gone. And now he had people from all around the world shooting him. It was time to escape.

Using the chainsaw (Which was off) as a crutch, he got onto his feet and shouted, "I'LL GET YOU SOULBLIGHTER! IF I NEED TO HUNT YA TO THE ENDS OF THE EARTH, I'LL GET YOU!" before turning the weapon on and ramming it through Soulblighter's office window. He looked down and saw a river running below. He threw the (still on) chainsaw at the people who had fired on him, before dropping out the window and crashing into the water...

The marines ran to the window and poured lead into the water (OOC: no jokes please) but could not see any sign of him. They clambered out of the window, rather than jumping like Grimzag, and made their way back to the ship, and away from possible destruction-of-property bills.

"Report Agent. You're late"

"There were some fu_ked up things going on there sir."

OOC: yes, I'm yanking my character, lol, she might be back later though, ^_^/

OOC: FYI, my chars are on standby for the time being. Seems that there's enough going on at the moment without more people getting involved...

Grimzag pulled himself out of the water, onto grass, where he lay. Blood trickled steadily from the wounds in his legs, and he was tired. He had failed to kill Soulblighter. He wouldn't stop trying, but failure was always annoying.

Suddenly, he heard (What sounded like) a thousand metallic clicks around him, and when he looked up, he saw a squad of Troon soldiers, the "Emperor's Pride" Division, by the looks of it.

"On your feet." Said a gritty, hard voice. Grimzag clenched his teeth and stood up, occasionally fumbling onto one knee.

The last thing he remembered was a heavy thud against his head, presumably from a heavy rifle.

---

The soldiers looked down at their handywork. Grimzag lay on the ground, a slow but sure ooze of blood appearing on his head.

"He's done with. Take him to the mortuary."

A few soldiers hefted Grimzag up and began to walk away with him.

No one noticed his eye twitching as he began to regain consciousness...

The marines saw Grimzag being arrested by some of Troon's finest, and pulled back from the situation. A moment later, Hearts reported that the ship still was in a bad way, and would need much more time, so the squad moved into the town with their multipasses on them for some relaxing undercover work. There was no point in following Grimzag as the chances of being caught were too high just now.