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Vora gave no outwards signs but her supision was reason at One's statement. other reasons huh. She didn't like the sound of that. "Yes were shall we sleep."

"I'd rather train," Amber says "Wher can I practice my skills?"

"Here." One stated simply before nodding at a previously unseen figure standing in the doorway. "Five will take you to your rooms."

"So arrogant..." Four chuckled from the command wing. "She'll need all the energy she can get for tomorrow. Then again, she was 'trained by a half-demon, half-vampire, half-god slash grand seer of doom' or whatever."

Amber sighed. She was used to little sleep, but she wasn't home anymore and would have to play by there rules.

Vora looked calmly at five and waited to be lead to her room but she knew when she entered her assigned room she was going to do a little checking and preparing before she lay down. Ones little statment made her more than an little supisionous on what those other reasons could be.

Five led those who wished to sleep instead of train to their rooms, which were modest, yet well furnished, dormitories.

Once in her room Vora made an series of checks to insure the room was secure and safe including searching for hidden passages, and many other tricks. Then she follwed by setomg up an series of traps for anyone who tried to come in uninvited before finally laying down.

((Thank you, AFRP and Teritora, for giving me something to work off of.))

Vora found several sophisitcated surviellence devices, as was to be expected, as well as a small sheet of some plastic explosive in a book placed on the bedstand. Chances were, she had certainly missed something, despite her efforts.

Vora however was an extremely light sleeper and she was always armed even when sleeping after all in her profession, an heavy sleeper did not live long but many her supsion had been raised with the statement about why they were neeeded. Other reasons for the lack of agents even with the civil war and the lack of information given. It was better to be paronoid then dead.

Ryudo turned to one. "Iwish to train as well. I just happened to wake up but and hour ago and I feel fit as a fiddle." he blinked a few timed just then as hus vision went a little fuzy. ' huh... that odd." he turned to Amber. "Amber may i train with you as well? maybe we can test out skill against each other.

"That would be nice," Amber says as she lets her armor form into a pair of jeans and a black shirt "Would you rather train with weapons or with our fists. Personaly I'd rather hand to hand. If you don't that is."

He took off is light body armr and set down his duffle bag. "Hand combat is fine Amber. Oh by the way the name is Ryudo, but my friends call me Mashall."

"Well then Marshall you can make the first strike," Amber says as she tosses her weapons aside and enters a combat stance that had her on the balls of her feet looking like she was bounching.

"All right then amber but I woun't be holding anything back" a rookie fighter would have charged in but he didn't taking his time view and taking account of your before he striked.

He steped forward his eyes keeping track ff not her hands but her eyes and feet as that would help determin were amber would attack from. He though swung with his left hand balled in a fist, a fake but making like the pounch whould hit if not blocked.

Amber changed her stance to make it look like she was about to jump clean over his head but insted she took a large stride to his left and brought her left leg up into a spin kick.

(I think I'll use only one of my characters, I'll say the rest of them just returned home. I'll stick with Daedalis, I'm very busy right now, so I'll try to keep with this thread, yet in a less ambitious way of see it)

((Whatever works, as long as you can stay.))

Ryudo went forward with his swing just as she dodged to his left. And as her kick cme toward him he ducked a bit letting it hit him in his shoulder while his right hand shot in for a strike on the backside of her knee.

Zion checked his accomidations for listening devices. He was a sniper, not a spy, so he really didn't have much of an idea of what to look for, besides the stuff he'd seen in the movies.

Finding, none, he sat down at the provided table to dis-assemble his rifle.
An hour later, Zion slapped the eight-round clip back into the weapon, worked the action, ejected the clip, then added a bullet. Zion was one to always keep a round in the chamber, nine kills beat eight any day of the week.

His nightly ritual completed, he shucked off his RDMA BDU jacket and dropped for some push-ups, laying his Berretta next to his WA2000 when it fell out of his waistband.

'One-hundred ninty-nine... two-hundred...'

Yet another hour later, Zion finished his workout. His pecs and arms burning, he squared off with his shadow for some HTH practice.

'Shin-kick, Right-hook, Left-jab, Groin-kick, Neck-breaker...'

Zion went through a lengthy combination...

'Throat-strike, Knee-trap...'

Another of his favorites...

'Groin-kick, Knee-thrust, Uppercut...'

Quick and effective...

Zion wasn't trained in anything overly-extravagant, his was the style of a street-figther, a combination of USMC MCMAK, RDMA Basic Unarmed Combat, and a few trickes he'd picked up along the way.

Peter kept on for another hour with his unarmed fighting practice before lying down on the still-made bed for a nap before the next bragging contest...

Amber took the hit and landed on both feet. "Not bad," she says as she takes a step foreward but falls down and mutters under her breath. "Ok that hurt."

Blaine slowly clamors his was towards his room after watching the spar for a few minutes before reminding himself, "Close combat should be a one strike kill done in stealth and silence, hand to hand engagements are often futile and leave even the victor drained."

Once again smiling wryly he enters his spartan quarters, sets down his duffle next to him and seats him self in a psedo lotus position. He meticulusly begins to disasemble his M-17 (at M-16 with a higher caliber and scope) cleaning it and making sure it was in top working order.

Pulling out the massive case containing his exo-skeleton he does the same, the voice of a forgotten drill instructor ringing in his ears, "Your weapons and your armor are the only thing standing between you and death. You must know both of them in and out, you must trust them and they must trust you. For they are strenght to your weakness, just as you are to them."

After about an hour and a half of checking all the servos and metalic muscels, he finally feels satisfied on their condition. Drawing back into a stance he begins to perform a now almost automatic form, designed to help focus the mind and strenghten the body, and does it repeatedly for nearly two hours before finally feeling satified with his performance despite the few critiques his mind shouted at him.

Crawling into bed he only removed his boots before slidding under the covers and dreaming tactical dreams.

*Ryudo looked at his hand for a second. He hadn't had a perfect angle for the hit so there wasn't much power behind it. But his shoulder was burning from were he had taken her kick." You're not to bad yourself Abmer. Ya got one hell of a kick." he offered her a hand to help her up. not thinking then left himself open.

Amber smirks and grabs his hand then wrenches it towards a breaking point and says "Never let your gaurd down. I was trained to use any tactic that I need to use to win. Just like one Elite before used a weakness agianst a man she fell in love with. And you should try to hit below the center of knee cap next time. If you had you most likley woul have inflicted more pain but none the less you're good."

He doesn't seem to pull back his hand though he does grinces at the pain. but gets in a grin as he pulls you to your feet ." Guess i'll have to think with my head on my shoulders next time. buy amber if you don't mind me asking, do you have cybernetic enhancements?"

"None. I was offered but I turned them down. They only cloud your judjment by thinking you can do anything. I prefer to use my natural given talents," Amber says as she reenters her fight stance

"Me two but I have had some strange thing happen to me over the last hour or so. But antway... " He resummed his fighting stance this time he would wait for her

"You don't know strange untill you are trained by a half demon and a vampire," Amber says with a laugh "But I do have some powers of my own." Suddenly her pistol begens to spin on it's own hitting her knives/sword.

He raises an eyebrow. "Neat trick there Amber. So you do magic trick on the side of doing spec ops missions?" His voice was joking and he ment his voice to sound it.

Suddenly the pistol flew at him still spinning. "Not a magic trick. More of a telekentic trick. Besides my master would be able to crush your heart with his skills," Amber says with a smirk

His hand moved at the last possible moment nabbing the pistol before it hit him. '"Are you trying to scare me Amber? I have faces many an enemy and I have no fear of death. Respect for it yes, but not fear." he tosses her pistol back to her*

Suddenly at that point when he thre the pistol she lunged foreward grabed the gun ejected the clip and swung the weapon in a pistol whip hold. "Trust me you havn't seen death untill you've died. It ain't very nice down in hell."

He grins, reaching down and pulling a nightstick like weapon fromt he body armoer he had disguarded." Well Amber Seeing as I have died I know what death is like.

"So have I! And so has my master and he has been to hell 3 times!" she exclaims as she starts to move in more of a blur

"So have I! And so has my master and he has been to hell 3 times!" she exclaims as she starts to move in more of a blur

He crouches down, lowering his center of gravity bringing the hand that held the nightstick in defece of his face and keeping his left and lose for a counter strike.

((No offense, but this is getting kind of stupid. "I've died!" "Oh yeah? Well, I've died more than you, and so has my uber mentor!" I'm sorry, but it's sickening.))

((I am guessing the second day will be starting as soon as they finsh up?))

((OOC:Joshua was killed by a round to the head several RL months ago and brought back. Sometimes he blacks out and ends up in hell for a shorrt time. Amber died a couple of times on the operating table from bulet wounds and various wounds so shee is ligit. She also has seen the memorys Joshua has from hell))

((No offense, but this is getting kind of stupid. "I've died!" "Oh yeah? Well, I've died more than you, and so has my uber mentor!" I'm sorry, but it's sickening.))

((OOC: Gotta agree with Cyberutopia, though I do see your logic Phalanix. However, wouldn't the fact the you got shot/died really say something? [because you um... DIED! Usually thats what you try to avoid IMO]))

((OOC:It is a long story. Realy long one. Vampires and stuff. Just don't ask it would take a few days to tell and digup links))

((I know most of the story Phalanix, pretty much all of your characters have died (I basically killed Adam, and then he came back too) and I understand your logic, but like AFRP said, bragging about how you died doesn't say much. I mean...you died for crying out loud. And yes Teritora, as soon as they're done, the second day, the first "real" day begins.))

((OOC:Don't worry the real Adam is dead. It is just something I'm doing for a lead up in a diffrent RP sooner or later. And lets just move on I'm getting tired of this. Lets just say they trained through the night or something))

((OOC:Don't worry the real Adam is dead. It is just something I'm doing for a lead up in a diffrent RP sooner or later. And lets just move on I'm getting tired of this. Lets just say they trained through the night or something))

((Works for me.))

((Works for me.))

((OOC) Time to end this fight at a draw and the way is...)

IC: Somewere inside the left lob of Ryudo's brain a micro processor gave a slight fritz as some core sysyems were calling up information of self defence moves. It wasn't a major default in the design of his cybernetic part and was a 1/1,000,00 change of happened but the fritz caused the part of his brain that endused sleep. So before he knew it he had hit the floor fast asleep

Amber just looked at him with a blank look then mutters "You have got to be f*cking with me." At this point she grabs her things and walks over to one of the walls. "Well this was slightly worthless," she mutters as she palces her things next to it and sits down and sloses her eyes entering a deep sleep

A few minutes after Amber had fallen asleep, One walked by her, nudging her roughly with his foot.

"Up."

He made his way to the rest of the rooms, yanking the rest into consciousness.

Amber yawned and stood up. She knew she would need some suger loaded food if she would preform at her full potental or just a black coffee.

Daedalis stood up, gathering her few things. She was very nervous, as she was the only one of her squad left for the trials. She looked outside and asked for a pair of minutes to fix her makeup.

Daedalis stood up, gathering her few things. She was very nervous, as she was the only one of her squad left for the trials. She looked outside and asked for a pair of minutes to fix her makeup.

After be kicke don the side of the head the small mico chips halted it's fritzing and Ryudo was soon awake. "How in the hell fie did I Fall asleep here?" He mutterd as he rose to his feet. His muscles were sore for sleeping at such odd angle, so he spen the next few minute streching them.

Amber shook her head and began streching aswell. She was quiet flexable for her age and size. During one of her streches she was almost bending over backwards

OOC:Waking people up is he?

IC:Even with the traps set and all the survilance devices that she could find was taken are of Vora was still sleeping lightly and still armed as one approched her room. Anyone who entered the room univited would have the traps to deal with and more an likely an dagger thrown at them as Vora rose armed from bed.

Daedalis stood up, gathering her few things. She was very nervous, as she was the only one of her squad left for the trials. She looked outside and asked for a pair of minutes to fix her makeup.

One smiled for a moment at the delicate Elf, almost softly. Then his demeanor took on the brutally cold look he was known for.

"No. Get into the arena." He responded, before grinning in relish and continuing down the hall.

As he approached Vora's room, he knew it was rife with traps, from the bugs she had still not found. He opened the door from a safe distance and walked in, skillfully skirting the areas he suspected to be trapped. Never did he make a sound.

Vora was still sleeping extremely lightly as one moved around most of the traps, however near the bed was an set of special traps in the area around the bed. More alarms, the slightlist disturbence of them would wake Vora to an intruder and they were set up in such an way that it was nearly impossable to apprach the bed with out seting one.

One closed in on the bed and made a short jump onto the frame of the bed, clearing the traps around Vora's bed narrowly. He drew his katana and lay the shining blade on her neck.

"Congratulations, you're dead." He said simply, watching the sword glisten for her blood.

Bzzt! Bzzt! Bzzt!BAM!Bzzt... bzzt... bzzt...

Blaine lets out a long sigh, having been awoken from his sleep by such a sharp noise he instictly went to his side arm and shot, there goes another one...

Springing out of bed he refills the clip before sliding it back into its holster. Sliding on a pair of clean socks and his boots he stands up and does a few minor warm-up stretches before hoisting his pack and stepping out into the hall.

Vora smiled. "Congratulations, Your self, very few people could have done that but still I think You'd be most unhappy afterwards." The business end of her sword was sticking through the blanket and was an hair breath away from One's umm assits. "I do say, you'd make an intresting female though. Its time to wake up I see."

((LMAO! Nice. One wouldn't be too happy if you took his assets. :D ))

One said nothing, but gave her a deadly glare and walked out into the hall again. The Agent quietly opened the door to Peter's room and slipped in.

"Morning time ambush." He remarked, leaving the room again, a flashbang bouncing where he once stood.

Donk...donk...

((Thanks))

Vora smirked, rose, dressed, made some preprations, silently prepared some traps for vistors coming in after she left and made sure leave nothing of value or any weapon behind that she could use. She did muse though, one was impressive that he didn't flinch or react other than to give her an deadly glare. She would have to keep an eye on him after that but he had gotten some respect from her just for that. It was an extremely rare that an male was outwardly calm after such an threat. After her preperations were done she slipped out of the room.

Blaine walks the hall but bumps into a door.

Daedalis look at Four and opened her eyes wide for a moment. What were you expecting foolish?. You're not in your lands right now. Here you need discipline and a ruthless behavior. Now go and follow instructions, she told to herself.

She was dressed already, so she picked up her remaining weapons and equipment and left for the arena...

((Four's actually in the Craftworld right now, so that'd be One. He's such an ass, isn't he. :lol: ))

((Plus likely pissed off after what Vora did and is going to take it out on everyone :) ))

((That's One's take on socialism for you. Everybody suffers equally.))

((LMAO! Nice. One wouldn't be too happy if you took his assets. :D ))

One said nothing, but gave her a deadly glare and walked out into the hall again. The Agent quietly opened the door to Peter's room and slipped in.

"Morning time ambush." He remarked, leaving the room again, a flashbang bouncing where he once stood.

Donk...donk...

The plink of metal on concrete awoke Zion, he knew the sound... Reflexively, he rolled off of the bed, sliding under it & inverting the simple cot to catch most of the expected shrapnel...

BLAM!

The noise rang in his ears as Peter slowly opened his eyes. Clutching his Berretta, he suspiciously peeked around the corner of the cot. The remains of a grenade where scattered across a small area. The shards where cylindrical, not round like an M67 or other commercial fragmentation device...

'A f**kin' flashbang... Helluva wakeup call...'

Slightly shaken, Peter sets the cot down & collects his rifle. With a sigh, he exits the room.

((Sorry, but there's a lot of people in this thread; is that everyone?))

((Sorry, but there's a lot of people in this thread; is that everyone?))

((Sorry, but there's a lot of people in this thread; is that everyone?))

((Sorry about that, a mind slip, I suppose. I like him a lot, I suppose that a character like Daedalis needs an instructor like him))

((I think that's everone.))

One stood like a sentinel before the assembled few.

"Alright, you all should know this first. Neo Earth's Emperor Ryo-Tan has been deposed by his brother, and the CCAF is on high alert, which includes us. When we move out, some of you are going with Three. This is going to be easy and fun, so don't sweat it. Until then, it's all the hard stuff. Today's special is more firearms, then vehicles, and finally a few days of hardcore simulation."

With a slight flourish, he spun on his heel and walked through a disguised door. As the others followed, they came upon an expansive field, various concrete outposts dotting the terrain.

"Three designed this place, he calls it an infinite creation sphere. Basically a really fancy simulator. Weapons are real and the ammo is real, so try not to shoot each other." One said with a smirk, before motioning to a distant speck that resembled one of the outposts. "Whoever wants to, hit it. Otherwise you can all run around in circles for your training, and in this simulator, that's a long ways."

-- :evil: DP :evil: --

"Ok then. Looks like I'll be meeting up with my teacher there," Amber says as she looks over the simulatuion

Rolls his eyes at Amber. "Yea... say hello to Dracula for me. In the meantime I'll be doing couple mile long run." He then started off, counting in his head howmany seconds he was running.

"Why don't you tell that to comander Knightly yourself. He is known for not sitting behind a desk and planing but for working with the men and women below him. Besides he can kick your ass anyday," Amber says as she streches out some more

OOC: No more pissing contests about whom can beat whom, m-kay? Cause drugs are bag, m-kay?

With a noncomental shrug towards both Amber and <Insert Western Might's Characters Name Here>. Blaine walked over to the weapons One montioned too, inspecting each before finally picked one that seemed to fit his likings, medium clip and a long barel. Slinging it over his back he grabs a few more clips and a small pouch of ammuntion for it before heading off to find a nice concealed spot to nail that target.

Gotta love long distant shooting...

((This for some reason remembers me of Final Fantasy VIII))

Daedalis nodded and checked her weapons, prepared to do her best to cooperate with the team. She tried to shut off her psychic shield around her mind so she could be properly deceived by the illusions around her.

((This for some reason remembers me of Final Fantasy VIII))

Daedalis nodded and checked her weapons, prepared to do her best to cooperate with the team. She tried to shut off her psychic shield around her mind so she could be properly deceived by the illusions around her.

"What's going to happen is there are several dozen simulated enemies in that outpost, about a kilck and a half off. You all need to take that place, without taking a single casualty. As before, it's all up to you. Split up, or work as one. Those of you scared off by a little simulation can follow your Western Might friend. Whoever hits the outpost first gets a break. Kind of." One grinned and took a step to the side, waiting for those before him to sort it out.

Upon a simple command from the Agent, two assault buggies seemingly appeared to the left of them, and a miscellany of weaponry was to their right.

With this new tidbit of information Blaine rethought his plan. Returning to his duffle which he had left crumped near the group he pulled out the exoskeleton and began reassembing the prefabricated parts around his form. (OOC: its designed to break down for transport and rapid hand assembly, how else could it be usuful)

Within minutes he was fully suited up with a variety of inbuilt systems at his command, radio, water purifcation, an assortment of close quarter weaponry, enhanced speed and strenth. Standing up he strode over to the nearest buggie, clamours into the driver seat and calls back, "Unless you want to walk there I'd sudgest hopping a ride at least for part of the ways."

Then again, can't get to close with this thing to easy to spot, should ditch it about three-fourths to a half kilck away and travel the rest on foot.

"We need to name a leader. We won't be able to make a coordinate and effective attack against an entire outpost without a reliable chain of command", said Daedalis as she picked up one of the light carbines, several clips of ammunition, three grenades, a radio, an electronics kit and a sidearm.

"We need to learn to act like a team since the beginning"...

"True. Who is the better sniper of us?" Amber asks "We can use a sniper for cover fire for taking out guards or we can use a decoy while the stealthy members sneak in and take out the guards as quickly as they can while the decoy does as much to distract the gaurds," Amber the says as she begens to asemble her C-22 for silent kills

By now Ryudo had returned fromis run. And was able to get the last part of the conversation. "Well if it's a decoy you need, I volunteer " He started assembling his GT-199, ataching a grenade launcher and scope once the rifle was completed to it's mststandad form.

Zion slowly opens the breech on his rifle, checking for a round. A .30 caliber bullet in a Winchester .300 magnum casing glimmered back at him, begging for a target. He was good to go. Without his Guille suit, he'd be a helluva lot easier to spot. This fact in mind, Peter concealed himself in a thicket of trees, using the shadows to blend with his dark clothing. Lying prone, Zion sighted in his weapon, adjusting for windage & elevation. The typical 160 grain load for a .300 magnum was perfect for living targets without body armor. Zion preferred the punch of the 230 grain load, which would put a hole roughly the size of a nickel in an inch of steel plate.

A patrolling pair of guards appeared on Zion's LOS near the outpost, through his scope. Peter's right index finger tightened on the first trigger of his weapon, then the second. With a muffled cough, a hollowpoint .300 WinMag streaked towards the first guard, catching him just under the right eye socket. The result was the removal of most of his head. Before the second could process his partner's head's disappearance, a second round struck him squarely in the throat, nearly decapitating him.

The integral flash/sound surpressor on his rifle allowed Zion to kill with relative silence, while a special magna-port on top of the barrel allowed him to use regular ammunition in lieu of sub-sonic ammo that packed less of a punch. The drawback was an open portal for dirt and grime into the delicate inner workings of his weapon, as well as emitting a small jet of flame when fired. Usually people aiming for the muzzle flare would shoot over his head, allowing him to locate them, which wasn't that much of a disadvantage.

Zion waited for the others to decide what to do. He'd do what he did best, which was kill from a long distance, unseen and unheard...

One simply grinned at the carnage Peter was unleashing. The others would have to move fast if they were to maintain suprise.

(OOC: What I want to know is how he traveled a klick and a half on foot presmable in about a 10 minute period of time)

Where is that guy from Merc Soldiers...

"Damnit," Blaine cursed under his breath before flooring the buggy towards the outpost. Despite the unfamiliar handing of the vehicle he is able to manage not to flip it and/or run it into a tree. Parking it into a large thicket of brush he allready sees what has happened.

Perimeter guards down, looks like a clean path to the base. Doing once last quick glance at his armor's systems Blaine begins to make his way towards the base amiss the strewn dead that were the external guards. Reaching the main armored door he finds it is locked, rummaging through the closest dead he finds a small keycard.

Bingo, he thought as the door rolled slowly to the side, laying prone he prepares to fire at any hostiles the slowly openning door might reveal...

Bright lead spits forth from the opposite end of the doorway with a deafening buzz, thudding into the door and surrounding concrete. Apparently, the defenders had enough warning to set up a hasty machine gun nest. Within seconds, the outpost is swarming with reinforcements.

"Damn, I told you to establish a chain of command first. Now you blew it all", said Daedalis, angry at the reaction of her team. She opened fire against the machine gun nest and looked for cover behind a nearby tree.

"Cover me and I'll blew it up!", said Daedalis as she focus her psychic power in a grenade and released the safety pin, preparing to drop it over the machine gun's nest.

Vora cursed. "Blast it, what happened to picking an leader and doing this organized." she dispeared and soon as an distraction she started introducing the enemy to her dart gun that with fast acting poisonious darts which she fired from various locations hiting guards who dropped dead before they knew what hit them.

A couple jeeps with machine guns bolted onto them roared around a corner and headed right for Daedalis as she was concentrating on the grenade.

"F*cking moron," Amber says as she fires at the gaurds, "I'm going to fire a grenade into the wall and try to blow a hole in it." At that point she takes aim and the grenade shell fires from the under carage of her rifle and spirals towards the structurs wall.

OOC: I never said anything about traveling a klick and a half in ten minutes. He's a f**kin' sniper, he doesn't have to be two feet in front of someone to kill them. A .300 magnum also has a long-ass range.

IC:

Reinforcements in a jeep rolled towards the outpost... Another muffled cough & a .30 caliber round was jammed into the first piston housing of the V6 engine on the lead jeep, causing a shutdown. Peter fired again, catching the lead soldier a quarter-inch below the sternum. He coughed once, then fell. His companions fired wildly around themselves, unsure of where the fire was coming from.

Zion put a round in the ear of the second jeep's driver, blowing a jet of redish-grey mist out the other side. The passenger fell with a shot to the heart, sending bits of bone outwards like a frag grenade. Another shot clipped a responding soldier across the jaw, tearing most of it off. Unfortunately, the clip on the WA-2000 was empty. Peter quickly ejected the spent magazine, slapping a fresh one in place. With a difinitive click of readyness, he worked the action. This time, he took more careful aim. The mortally wounded & disfigured soldier fell with a .30 caliber slug in his forehead, removing another part of his skull.

By now, the gunners where firing wildly. Zion split the lead jeep's ammo belt with a well-placed shot, ruining the action on the machine gun. For good measure, he shot the second gunner in the left knee, bowling him over like a pin at a pro bowling tournament.

'Strike...'

Peter smirked. Three bullets left in the clip. He'd leave the last standing gunner for some else. If he went for the other gun, Zion would shatter his shoulder blade with a shot placed an inch below the collar bone...

OOC: 500 yards, can do more but you start getting alot of bullet drop, for allready at 500 you got 34.4 inches to compensate for. Beside from the distance (which is still about a klick though unknown terrain) you're not just lying unarmoured on some hill or a tree praying the enemies spotters or snipers don't see you, no, you make your self some camo utilizing the natural enviorment (because I don't remember you doning any active camo suit). And doing all that within a 10 minute period is truely pushing it in my opinion even for the best trained soldier.

OOC-PS: Bit before Cyber's post time wise.

The metal door grinds its way accross the tracsk, sticking out his head oh so slightly Blaine spots the nest, Christ!, rolling with the door giving himself time to stand up only to watch an enemy buggy roll up and crash into the wall, the drivers shot quite messily, Yep, definatly that sniper.

Barely getting that thought out of his head the rest of the group shows up.

((Don't worry too much about it. This thread isn't all about realism. Besides, if he were to wait for a more reasonable amount of time, seeing as how quickly the command structure disintegrated, MS' character would have missed a lot of the action, and Daedalis might be pretty much screwed.))

"Someone take out that f---ing sniper! He's decimating us!" One of the simulated officers hollered.

Sighting the telltale gout of flame, one soldier positioned himself on the rooftop and peered down his scope at Peter's suspected position.

((You've got some time before he sees you. Hiding in a totally flat plain doesn't offer much cover.))

Amber took aim at the enemy sniper and sent a 50call he shell diectly towards his chest. "Heh suck on that baby."

((Ooh, forgot about the grenade.))

The grenade's explosion cleared, leaving a gaping hole in the outpost's outer wall. A couple soldiers had been flung back by the explosion, and now lay there, stunned.

The sniper took the shot full on his chest, and flipped with the power of the round. He lay on his back on the roof, blood trickling out from his mouth to join the insidiously spreading pool soaking the concrete about his chest, an expression of pained suprise painted on his face.

Vora was taking the advange distraction of the chaos to break away from what she was doing to search out for the officers and kill them... one by one and varying the methods from using poison darts to throwing daggers, to killing them from different locations in the outpost, to make seem like there was more people than there was killing them then there was.

OOC: Time for my-all-too-imfamous numbered points of ranting...

1. I never gave the amount of time it took Zion to get to his position.

2. I informed everyone that he has compensated for windage and elevation. A .300 magnum is known for cutting through the wind, a visible effect that I enjoy, as well as the recoil. I will admit that I haven't had Peter rebuild his position after each shot, as the heavy recoil does throw your aim significantly. With all the super-armor & mental powers going around here, I thought it a fair compromise.

3. The visible muzzle flare is vertical, making a confusing target. It is released from a magna-port on top of the barrel to allow for the useage of standard ammunition with an integral silencer/flash surpressor.

4. I stated that Zion isn't dressed for fieldwork, he's simply concealed himself in a tree thicket, where his dark colored clothing won't stand out as much. I suppose I could have had him throw some pine needles or something on himself, but he can't really vege out in a t-shirt & fatigue pants, there's really no place to stick anything. Cyberutopia never mentioned sniper cover or anything other than external sentries.

5. I'm not the one toting around a suit of f**kin' power armor.

6. I'm old, it's 1:30 in the morning, and I'm out of bourbon. I'm also sitting in front of a computer typing shit at some grad student halfway across the country. In other words, I'm not in the f**kin' mood for this shit.

OOC: Grad Student? Sir, you flatter me, for I am but a mere high school junior. And it isn't power armor (that be more future tech) its an exoskeleton with speed/stength enhancement (and other fun gadgets).

Hearing the reveberation of the grenade exploding he puts his gun out and takes a few shots down the hall at his chest level.

(OOC: sorry its short, but late here as well.)

Daedalis sighed as she saw the damn jeeps, she throw the grande in that direction, losing her focus, but hoping that the flash and the dust of the grenade could cover her as she tried to advance .

She left her cover as she approached the first jeep, running in a diagonal line to avoid direct and concentrated fire, until she arrive just to the front of the first advancing jeep...

Daedalis jumped and fired her carbine without aiming, with her eyes closed, using her mind to direct the bullets to the chests of the driver and the gunner. Her unnatural and inhuman elven agility helped her to jump other the first jeep and landed behind it, although the psychic directed bullets changed their direction and impacted right through the hearts of both simulated soldiers, killing them instantly. But she couldn't recovered for the impact against the ground fast enough, and rolled over the ground as the second jeep approached firing its gun.

[i]Well, if someone doesn't help me, I'm screwed, she thought...

OOC: All that's left of the jeeps & their personnel are a gunner with a destroyed knee & his badly shaken partner. Just an FYI, as a few of us had something of a discussion over this a few posts back.

((Look, enough with the bickering. I'm deciding that MS did nothing horribly wrong, and this is now over. AFRP, what, in your eyes, is power armor?))

((Well, I didn't complain about it, so...And about my post, well, I'm too tired to edit it and wrote a new one about what happened, then, as MS already took good care about that, so I'll remove it))

Daedalis just remained well hidden in the tree as she threw a second grenade towards the Machine gun nest. Thank the Valar her companions could take care of most the fight without any help...

((I wasn't directing that comment at you, Aelosia. I was talking about the arguing between MS and AFRP.))

The grenade clanked towards the machine gun nest, and the assistiant gunner and the spotter scampered away, leaving the unlucky gunner to be caught in the resulting firey explosion.

Amber started picing off random targets she could hit with the lighter 7.62mm shells. She fired a quick 3 round burst and yanked her hand back and swore under her breath about the damn hot shells.

((OOC: Ok, by true definition it *is* power armor, but that just conjures up images of warhammer 40k and space marines so I call it an exoskeleton. And consider it dropped.))

Back to the wall he watches the other member of his party throwing daggers and shootin, he notices that a jeep still has a man alive on it, taking careful aim he fires and smiles wryly as he watches the bullet hit its mark, right across the mans throat severing and ripping. Joggin up to the jeep (only one has a hole in the engine block) he climbs in the driver's seat after shoving the obviously dead former driver out onto the packed dirt.

Hearing a thud he whips around, a second man, obviously slipping on the blood is standing up, reacting quickly he pulls back his right wrist forcing a blade out from the lower portion of the armor, before slamming it into the enemies throat, hearing the vertibre crack and break under the blade's force.

Watching for a few brief moments Blaine watches small a crimson river flow down the blade as the man's eyes slowly glaze over into a milky veil, pulling his blade free a few gurgles eminate from the now corpse.

Smiling slightly after that Blaine restarts the jeep, and lying low in the seat he brings it around so it faces the enterance of the outpost. Grabbing an ammo box in the back he drops it on the gas peedle before bailing out the left side. Watching with satisfaction he sees the well aliagned jeep rush the door. The gunners take notice, but far to late, richoceing bullets are heard even popping one of the tires after it had allready entered the restrictive corridor of the base.

((Augh, I overwrote my post on accident. Here's the gist of it.

1. Jeep blows up, takes out everyone in the corridor.
2. The opposing forces begin to pull back.

((ooc: Ack, I hate getting sick.))

IC: Ryudo followed one of the poeple on the team. At first he didn't know who as his brain fritz out again as his brian brought up small arms fighting information. Thanfully though the fritzes were getting less intence and he could recall more information.

But at the moment he didn't care as he was pinned down by a heavy amout of fire, butt then fire left his position as the gunners fired elsewere and he sneaked a glace around the small rubble mound he was using as cover. Some guy had gotten a jeep and was driving like a madman.

"Man that guy is crazy. Oh well might as take us in the distraction." He Lept over the mound and proceded forward firing at the enemy even though he didn't have a 100% kill shot. He really didn't need to anyway. For the GT-199 rounds was caseless and computer fired by a new HE explosive. The Buttel travled at such speeds that would cause great damaged as it ripped through the body. Arms have been known to be taken off with the weapon.

((Most of my soldiers use Warhammer 40K Eldar armor, although Daedalis doesn't...I don't see the problem with Space Marine armor))

Placing a new magazine inside her carbine, Daedalis stood and charged forward, sending a wave of fear in front of her to wash away the courage of the soldiers and make them abandon their positions. Of course it didn't worked in most people, but those with low willpower would drop their weapons and run. If they were retreating already, the effect of the psychic wave could be devastating...

Firing against two soldiers that stood in their positions, she kept running forward, firing against those that still were fighting back.

OOC: All I'm saying is that I caught a huge-ass amount of flak about realistic sharp-shooting from a guy who's toting around a collapseable suit of powered infantry armor.

As a side note... Have you people ever heard of the Brotherhood of Steel?
That's my defitiniton of power armor. I prefer the Fallout: Tactics incarnation, not the huge-ass suit from the regular RPG's.

Consider the prior topic to be dropped, I'm done.

IC:

Zion lifted his eye from the rifle's scope, scanning the rolling plains around his small thicket for incoming re-inforcements or armor. Like a .357, a .300 could knock a hole in an engine block, but it was useless against heavy armor. He'd need an M85A1 or a Browning Light Fifty or something similar to deal with that kind of threat. Such rifles where large & messy when used on soft targets. A .300 was devastating enough to soft tissue, but the sheer kinetic force of a .50 hitting someone was rather disturbing...

OOC: Later, I'll have Zion switch to an AW Covert in 7.62x51mm if that would make anyone feel better. If not, I'll stick with the custom WA-2000.

OOC: Well tecnically your catching flak from a guy sitting at a computer posting on a forum, the guy toting around armour is actually a creation of the one behind the computer, ergo you didn't catch flak from the power-armour guy. :P

Chuckling he says to no one in particular, "My grenade beat your grenade."

Seeing the enemy in rapid retreat towards the complex he begins to wonder if they have called yet for back-up, despite that dark though he begins to casually pick of men putting neat little holes into their back into lethal, but painful places.

On one unfortuate soul he missed, the bullet insteat of taking out his heart must have torn a hole in the aorta (sp) and the man died slower in agony from both the wound and the blood slowly crushing his heart and lung.

"Damn, missed." he chastised himself for missing. With most of the forces either dead or inside he ponders what to do, getting on his comm he does an all freq broad cast (no idea what you guys are working with), "Lets regroup and go from there, or at least set a comm freq then go from there..."

All of the sudden Marshall's communication headset jumped to life wth a broadcast from one of the team members. After listening for a quick minute, he responded. "This is Marshall, I copy your message and will relay it to the rest of the team on another Fequency before pulling back. Out." He turned the nob on the com set, giving his own verson of the message.

"Hey This is Marshall, " He paused thinking for a moment. "Or to those who havn't met me this is Ryudo, two of us are falling back so we can regroup an plan of the final assult on the enemp position. I suggest all who can hear me, relay the message and do the same. Marshall out." turning off the the headset and made his way back to a more safer position..

OOC: I have no idea what you just said...

IC:

Zion saw no reinforcements arrive, so he relaxed for a moment, scanning the area behind him for ambushers. There where none, but he still kept his Berretta & KA-BAR close at hand...

Vora was continuing her actions of killing the outposts officers from the shadows effectively leaving the remaining defenders without anyone to command them. This was getting rather amusing at the panic of the simlated enemy troops who were having on top of all the other problems their officers being killed by an unseen enemy lose in their outpost.

((Just assume you all got standard issue comms to keep it simple, k?))

"All right, all right, you can stop slaughtering them now." One's voice crackled over the comms, sounding exasperated. "Head back to the meadow."

Calling back on the comm Blaine, "Fall back? Allready? We haven't even breached the premiter..." silence "But ok..."

Noticing the blade was still exended under his arm he slowly lowered his hand watching it once again slide between the folds of metal.

Vora quietly heads back to the meadow, slightly annoyed at the who sitation but careful to keep her face blank.

Daedalis nodded and returned to the meadow, being aware of not touching her overheated carbine, waiting for the rest of the team.

((Bump for the rest.))

Zion didn't shift from his position. He'd keep an eye out for approaching enemy forces & inform the others...

Zion didn't shift from his position. He'd keep an eye out for approaching enemy forces & inform the others...

Zion didn't shift from his position. He'd keep an eye out for approaching enemy forces & inform the others...

((OOC: Garn!))

Everyone arrived in the meadow, save for Zion, and they were all looking at One intently to see why he had called them back.

One could see the impatient faces staring at him, when they hadn't even completed the first simulation. A face he'd once worn.

"I think you all know what you did wrong. The command structure fell to pieces, and you rushed off in fragmented groups. After that, you couldn't manage to put up an effective spearhead. You would never have gotten to the next section, the simulation had a crossfire prepared for you perfectly, and you would have stumbled right into it." He practically growled. "I glad you enjoyed yourselves, even doing a couple stunts with the jeeps. Some of you had the right idea, I'll accept that, but I've never seen a team fall apart so quickly!" He slammed his fist down on a small table that held a 3-D map of the compound, making the display shudder. "We're going to do this again and again and again until you are as competent and a fast and a deadly as possible!"

He sighed heavily and rose, turning his back on them. It was clear he was slightly annoyed over losing his temper.

"Try it again." He said simply, and nothing more.

((Should we go through it all again? I think we should, but if it seems tedious, that's ok if we skip it. Obviosuly it'd be different since your characters would have learned.))

((OOC: can't think of IC response ATM but I wouldn't mind doing it at least once more.))