NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC:Before anyone goes and claims they own South America, the way this RP is gonna go, no one owns it, it's a neutral continent.

IC:

DoomCorp South American Headquarters and Testing Facility, Colombia

The CEO of DoomCorp, Dr. Joseph Nevil, was sitting in his office, taking a conference call with a group of extremely wealthy and influential clients.

"Yes, Emperor, I understand." he said into the box, which was jabbering back in an unrecognisable way. "Right, the operation is going smoothly so far, and we've even managed to keep the hippies at bay. The testing should be done by the end of the week. Yes, same to you, bye." he said, hitting the off switch, and looking up to see his secratary hand him a manila envelope. "Thank you, Margaret." he said, motioning for her to leave. He opened the folder, which contained the latest reports on the testing of the weapon.

A few miles away, deep within the facility, several trucks pulled into an area near the rainforest.

"Come on, boys, let's get this stuff unloaded and get the hell out of here!" yelled a mercenary to several workers, fumbling with a large barrel marked 'TOXIC'. He looked into the back of the truck nearest to him. Filled with barrels.

What the hell is going on in this place? he thought to himself, gripping his M4A1 tighter.

Twenty minutes later, the trucks pulled away. However, one of the barrels had sprung a leak, spilling its deadly contents into the forest, instantly vaporizing several trees.

tag.... and grrr >_<

do we (the public) know about this yet?

OOC:You can have some tourist or investegater stumble onto the waste site.

His eyes burned, with stinging sweat, his legs too burned, with over 100 miles beneath them in the past few weeks. Sergeant Okawhali was fed up with this "expediton" which had already gone overtime... His companion, if you could call him that, was constantly taking side trails and going off the course that Naviraian command had layed out, and it was getting on his nerves...
In the sergeant's opinon, Dr. Andy Marcole was nothing more than a glorified bird watcher... although he held several degrees in zoology and botany. When he was selected by the governent of Navira to to lead the 2 man team which was to travel to the south american rainforest to study rare breeds of plants and animals in thier natural habitats, he was stunned. Dr. Marcole lived in Navira all his life, taking some post-graduate courses online, since he couldn't afford the tutuiton and transport to universities abroad which were, t be honest far better cirriculim than Navira's three state-run univeristies. If you asked him where he would be 5 years after finishing school, he would have never guessed that he would be in the middle of the South American rainforest, dragging 100 pounds of gear on his back and taking samples and pictures of the rarest of species of plants and animals in the world...


Sergeant Okawhali was leading, as usual, and he came up upon aridge line, he had heard voices with his acute hearing... but now it was quiet... too quiet...
He got in the prone and crawled up the ridge, aiming along the barrel of his carbine, scanning the forest... nothing
Then he saw movement... an armed man jogging away from a clearing then the sound of an engine.... it began to fade away .....then..
**CRASH**
Marcole came stumbling behind the Sgt., breaking branches and falling next to him.
"Shut the hell up in the name of the goddess" he whispered harshly
"Your going to get us killed!"

"What :confused: killed? What are you talking about?" asked Marcole in a low, whimpering voice.

"Men, rifles, trucks, up to no good, stay down keep quiet, take this" the Sgt. ordered the Doctor as he locked and loaded his weapon...

"What? a radio, what do i need this for, I dont even know how to work it" asked Marcole, a bit of an illiterate when it came to electronics other than his digital camera....

"Just type in 597 and hit 'Push To Talk', if I'm not back in five minutes that is, and ask for extraction and STAY DOWN!!!" Sergeant Okawhali said as he dissappeared into the bushes


The Sergeant made his way over to the clearing where he had sen the man... he almost cried out in anger when he saw a huge scar of ashes smouldering tree hunks and green ooze in the clearing.. he rushed back to the doctor, commondeered his camera and took as many pictures as he could.

"This expedition is over, we need extraction" radioed the Sgt. to Marcole's protest.....

5 hours later a UH-1N Huey swooped in low over a beach where the 2 man team had traveled to by river boat. It landed and took on it's passengers, bound for a Navirian ship which was anchored off the coast several miles away.

The pictures were in the paper the next day.........

The Navirian government has issued a 5 million dollar reward to anyone who can provide information on who is responsibile and has launched unmanned spy planes to alert them to further covert dumpings of toxic waste.

The area they had stumbled upon was a bit out of the complex itself, in a more remote area. The mercenaries responsable for guarding the scientists were very well equiped, all had body armor and automatic weapons. The complex actualy had its own surface-to-air missiles, in addition to radar.

Command Center, DoomCorp HQ Complex

Corporal Jonson, one of the mercs responsable for the air defence, had spotted what appeared to be a small drone flying above the facility.

"Sir, how should we respond?"

"All parties have already been informed that this is restricted airspace. I suppose we'd better bring it down."

"Very well, sir."

The corporal flicked a switched, activating targetting radar, quickly achieving a lock onto the aircraft. He then hit another switch labeled 'FIRE', and a few seconds later, two Patriot PAC-3 missiles were streaking towards the drone. They looked at the radar screen as the missiles got closer and closer to the aircraft...

Meanwhile, testing was going extremely well, no interruptions so far. They estimated the device could slice a hole 20 feet deep and 50 feet wide on the moon's surface, perfect for what was planned with it.

A small helicopter appeared on the Horizon, and slowly made it's way towards the compound. Suddenly the radio flickered to life, after hours of static.
"Unidentified helicopter, identify yourself or you will have missles fired upon you" A gruff voice on the other end of the radio said
"We are from the Nation of Fortune, we are carrying a representative of the government," the chopper pilot said.
"What's your business?" the voice asked
"We wish to see the progress on the 'Project' seeing that we are helping to sponser it" the pilot responded.
"Carry on" the gruff voice said just before the radio turned back to static.

Cain Gaiscioch was the representative, at one point he was part of the military, but after a certain point in his life, he felt he needed to move on. Since he was in the mercenary army, he found it was easy to get a government job.

An unmarked GH-2 gunship was flying low over the treetops, towards the top secret facility that housed the evil designs and mechinations of the cruel and twisted EDLAGC minds.

"Generian Imperial government transport requesting permission to land."

"Permission granted, welcome to Colombia."

Both helicopters would land at the very center of the compound on retracting helipads as to conceal their position. The officials would be greeted by a corporate official, and they would be lead down into the depths of the facility, into the testing chamber for the weapon. As they entered, they would be escorted by four VEPR-clad mercenaries, armed with M27A1 bullpups.

They would then enter a large elevator for the trip 15 stories down. Upon exiting, they would go through an airlock, and into a clean room. Finnaly, they were met by Dr. Nevil, and the leader of the mercenaries, a man known only as Skar. Nevil was a particularly dweeby looking guy, white lab coat, thick glasses, but those were only a veil for the twisted mind behind them. Skar was a big guy, 6"7, 250 pounds of muscle. He had an ugly scar going across the middle of his mediterranian looking face, starting from the right eye down. He wore MARPAT fatigues in woodland pattern, the digital pattern meant to conceal the wearer from night vision devices. At his side sat an M1911A1, which looked to be very well taken care of.

However, he was a near legend in the intellegence community, his daring exploits being some what known (to those who can get their hands on reports, accurate or not), one of which included the assasination of the former Generian communist dictator (which was VERY well known).

"Welcome, friends, I am Doctor Nevil, CEO of DoomCorp." he said with a warm smile, extending his hand. "The man to my left is Mr. Skar, he's in charge of the security of the facility." Skar then extended his hand to the various representetives, managing a diplomatic smile, and going back to his emotionless expresion after shaking the last man's hand. "Now, if you'll follow me, I shall demonstrate the capabilities of the weapon."

We applaud this sensible policy. We heartily salute the great empire of Doomingsland for taking this action, which is sure to infuriate the world's left-wing, a prospect that appeals to me greatly. Seeing the lefties' faces contort into expressions of rage at this will be sheer comedy. To express our gratitude, 500 billion dollars has been wired to the account of the Doomingslandian government.

-Generalissimo J.L.

OOC:The government has nothing to do with it, this is a corporation, this is the start of that evil plan we were concocting in the club thread.

OOC:The government has nothing to do with it, this is a corporation, this is the start of that evil plan we were concocting in the club thread.

Oh well, the corportation and the government will get 500 billion dollars, then.

-Generalissimo J.L.

The corporal flicked a switched, activating targetting radar, quickly achieving a lock onto the aircraft. He then hit another switch labeled 'FIRE', and a few seconds later, two Patriot PAC-3 missiles were streaking towards the drone. They looked at the radar screen as the missiles got closer and closer to the aircraft...
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MISSILE LAUNCH DETECTED
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MISSILE LAUNCH DETECTED
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The screen flashed twice, two beeps then a steady tone *BEEEEEEP*

This meant that there was a radar lock, and two missile plumes had been detected. The UAV automatically released a series of flares and dispensed chaff while the operator flipped on its active electronic countermeasure system and banked the aircraft hard to the left.
As the first misslie was screaming in at high speed, the operator released a quad burst of chaff and flares and dove towards the treeline. The missile exploded only few feet away taking out the engine, radar and some sensors. The operator, following standard procedures, initated self-destruct, several pounds of C-4 were detonated destroying sensitive systems and equipment, the ECM pod overloaded, causing a mini electronic pulse which fryed any electronics which remained. The operator's screen went black, and went to report the incident to his superiors.


Later that day...
Capitol Building - Navicon, Navira

"Apparently something more than simple toxic waste dumping is going on here, I suggest, for the time, withdrawl of our frigate, which is in the area and that we redirect a spy satellite to observe the area." reccomended one of the Admirals in the meeting room.

"Spy satellites are fine, during the day, and when there are no clouds, but this is the rainforest! Besides, I don't like the idea of withdrawing after one of our drones was shot down!" proclaimed one of the President's cabinet members.

"Ha! we have thermal imaging on our satellites, no cloud is going to stop them.. plus the drone wasn't shot down..... it 'crashed' " responded the Admiral.

"Enough, we will withdraw a few miles and keep survillence via the spy satellite, keep all units in the vicinity on standby" decided the president.

The corporal stared at his screen as the plane dissappeared.

"Target destroyed, sir, it appears to have splashed down 20 klicks south of the compound."

"Good work, corporal." replied his superior, getting on a radio. "This is command, we have splashed an unidentified bogey, target has splashed down at grid charlie-charlie-four, requesting immediate recovery op, over."

"Affirmative, command, we saw it, and are closing on the wreckage."

"Good, report back when you have the wreckage, and head back to base. Command out."

Upon recieving the wreckage, the salvage team loaded it onto a truck, and headed back to the compound. The team that was supposed to sift through it and find anything usefull was disapointed at the lack of valuable electronics. There was one thing, however, that was somewhat useful. A Naviran airforce emblem. They now knew who they were dealing with, and that was somewhat of a help.

(ooc is this open I’m thinking of joining)

*poke people*

OOC:Yes, it's open.

OOC:Yes, it's open.
Good

IC:


Mean wile in new Norfolk

The UFS Theodore Roosevelt CVN71, and carrier group .


Admiral Edward O’Brian mean wile was sitting in his cramped metal quarters , reading a book on classical paintings. *Pheweeeewooot* a sound emanated from one of the ships comms on the ship. An old voice came out of it saying “Admiral O’Brian, there’s a wire for you from The pentagon, some thing about some weird activity in south America” O’Brian replied “I’m coming up there” he slowly got up from a few hours of being idle reading his book and started clanking along the metal ground of the ship . After a few moments, he arrived on the bridge mumbling he walked over and sat at the com station, he tapped a flashing button. Secretary of state bester Kay born came up , he uhmed a bit and said “good evening admiral, ill get striate to the point there’s some thing going on in south America that peaked our interest ,were sending a small force to investigate it .. your carrier group will be sent off the coast of Columbia south America , you are to transport 6 special forces teams in there 2 commando teams , 2 recon teams , 2 Intel teams in there via launching them from helicopters, you are to depart immediately ! “ with that 8 ships departed 2 carriers(one CVN71 Another CVN77 ), 2 CGN 125 Battle Wolf classes ,2 BB 8 Arsenal Ship’s , 2 Sea Shadow classes . the ships slowly sailed along the ocean, waves pummeling there bows as they headed quickly towards the coast . 24 hours would pass before they would get to there destination ,moving slowly towards the coast .

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Command Center, Main Complex

The command center, which sat 5 stories below ground (along with most of the base, tere was only a few buildings on the surface inside of a walled compound), was lit up like a Christmass tree. DoomCorp had been granted temporary access to the Doomingsland BattleNet, alowing them to access live tactical and strategic data at their very whim. No one was quite sure why they'd been allowed access to such important data. The younger mercs speculated that the corporate techies had managed to hack it, but the others knew better. They were being allowed to access the data by someone at the very top.

Ever since the Vladimir Wars (or Soviet Expanse Conflict), Doomingsland had kept tabs on TFU forces via satelites. Thanks to this data, they had learned of the ship movements towards the Colombian coast pretty quickly. They didn't have the capacity to take on the fleet itself, but the commanders figured they were merely a show for a smaller force that was to be inserted. As a result, the base was on high alert. Mercenaries would now be constantly maintaining a perimeter around the base. If anyone managed to get by, they would have sentry guns to deal with, and would somehow have to get into the elevator down to the main section. Once inside, they would be playing a whole new ball game...

((OOC: Been playing 'Evil Genius', eh Doom?))

General Gregor Lekushkov shook Dr. Nevil's hand, his expression remaining cold as ice. As head of the special weapons project division in one of the Imperial research facilities in Alberia, he was quite interested to see the extent of the scientist's progress on this particular project.

"A demonstration would be fascinating, doctor."

Mean wile on the carrier deck 2 teams of thin strong normal looking civilians stood around 2 long black smooth sleek UH-60A black hawk helicopter’s , Sergeant Vaughn . Jameson stood looking at his small platoon of 6 men , he sighed a bit as wind gently brushed over him from the sea ,Just then Capt. Grande ,Green walked up taping along the metal concrete carrier deck . he stepped up over looking the small mass of soldiers and troops. He started to speaking a scratchy deep but loud voice saying “Good evening soldiers! , as you can see the suns going down , witch means its go time , now before you guys hop in your birds and reek havoc , I want to give you a few words of advice on operation green tree , don’t slow down don’t egg on the enemy ,we cant afford to fail this mission, you guys will just be scouts for now , it’s imperative that you find were these “eco killers” as the government calls them , are hiding and there base of ops it wont be easy it will take a lot of poking around but don’t get caught and make sure you find out there ops base and were there doing this, and whom fist and foremost , now that’s all I have to say Saddle up and lock and load!” with that the 2 teams , rushed in to there Blackhawk’s (Intel ) , the silent sound of helicopters disturbed the night sky as they headed towards the shore , there dictation out side a small town , there mission to gather information (under cover), whoosh sounds were rapidly decanting as the helicopters set down, just out side a town . the teams disembarked there equipment some what heavy , they rushed out towards town carrying seemingly normal bags , the normal every day looking people walked slowly crackle tuf crackle tuf there shoes , d boots made those noises as they headed in to the some what constricted dim lights of a town .


(ooc I could use a map , or location of your base if I ever find it for reference)

((OOC: Been playing 'Evil Genius', eh Doom?))

General Gregor Lekushkov shook Dr. Nevil's hand, his expression remaining cold as ice. As head of the special weapons project division in one of the Imperial research facilities in Alberia, he was quite interested to see the extent of the scientist's progress on this particular project.

"A demonstration would be fascinating, doctor."
OOC:Yup.

"Of course, right this way, please." replied Nevil, Skar following him. They walked through a large door, and found themselves in a long room. On one end, there was what appeared to be a large laser. On the other end, there was a 7-foot thick slab of concrete. "I recomend you put these on," said Nevil, tossing protective goggles to the officials.

"Charging weapon, please stand by." came a voice from over a loudspeaker. "Weapon charged, awaiting fire order confirmation."

Nevil walked over to a panel, hitting a few keys.

"Fire order confirmed. 10 seconds to activation. 9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1...ignition..."

BLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEMMMMM

A red beam shot out from the laser, causing the concrete to bubble and fizzle. Within a few seconds, the slab had been completely cut through. Nevil made a motion to what appeared to be a mirror, and the laser cut off.

"Let's take a look, shall we?" he said, leading the group over to the slab. There was a hole in it, 3 feet in diameter, and going right through the slab. He went behind, and saw that the laser had not only cut through the slab, but it had cut into the wall. "Well, ladies and gentlemen, this concludes a successful test. Any questions?"

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The village the TFU troops had landed in was 20 miles east of the base. The civilians within it would be of little help to the TFU forces, but would be able to point them in the direction of the compound.

The General smirked.

"Excellent. What's this I've been hearing about foreign troublemakers in the area? I trust they won't interfere with our plans."

Skar spoke up this time,

"According to the Doomingsland BattleNet, a fleet of Fedral Union ships sits off the coast of Colombia. A few days ago, we shot down an unmanned drone attempting to spy on the facility. We believe they may be attempting to meddle in our affairs. As a result, we are on high alert.

Mean wile the sergeant and his team of 4 that had split off from the main tem several miles out proceeded to ask questions to the shop keepers and locals . the sergeant nodded to one of his corporals , after gathering the information on the direction and distance of a certain “base ” , with that they radioed an encrypted, single and message with the information. On the Roosevelt O’Brian and team of specs ops reviewed the data .

O’Brian looked over to captain Kay born , and said” I think we should go , send a probe team under the cover of night make sure not to arouse to much suspicion .. but first we need to gather information I can order a fly by a drone but we could use the teams we already have incurred in there to gather at least visual data .. “ Kay born nodded taping on a radio button ,”all right you’re a go to scout it out , make sure you stay frosty and . quiet..” with that the encrypted communication ended a few hours later the 4 man team moved in, they used small jeeps to carry them most of the way but deiced to park them only a few miles form the compound so they would be more stealthy , they dismounted and started walking along a main road some what anxious of every thing around them they moved towards the compound at almost lighting speed on foot , there shoes and boots tap crack tuf , along the dirt terrain of the jungle, they lugged equipment ,mainly photographic equipment ,cameras the works 2 of the men walking behind the others lugged M-22 medium assault rifles. One of the men commented “well this is to easy , I think we should put our guns away incase any patrols show up ,act like tourist.” The others nodded putting there weapons in bags , that looked seemingly normal, the looked like command folk (tourist) who were visiting the area but they were any thing but ,hopefully know one would be smart enough to uncover what they were doing , they continued on watching for any patrols around .

http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=386116

Unbeknowst to them, they had been sighted when they started on the road. A merc sniper concealed in the trees had sighted them from a mile away on a thermal imaging scope before they put their weapons away, and radioed their position to nearby patrols. The sniper would be nearly undetectable due to range and concealment. He kept the crosshair of his M82A2 on the head of the lead man...

As the group neared the compound, they would come upon a security checkpoint. The checkpoint had been informed of the armed individuals, and knew it had to be them. They were good at their job, and made it seem as if this wasn't unusual. 20 mercs sat concealed off onto the side of the road, in the jungle, waiting for the signal to spring an ambush...

The man in the guard booth stepped outside, carrying his AK74M, and trying to seem threatening, two other men in the post covering for him. He wore jungle stripe fatigues and a boonie hat, and approached the first man with caution.

"Excuse me sir, beyond this checkpoint is private property. Unless you have buisiness inside, please turn around and head back."

The men outside of the compound were more poorly equiped then those inside. The ones outside were a different merc group. The ones inside were part of an elite private army owned by Skar.

the group commander blinked a moment then said “well we heard this was a secluded tourist hotel” he smiled widely then saying “I t looks like our information was wrong “ he laughed a bit mean wile one of the other men inched towards the jeep , she inched looking around like nothing was wrong just admiring the scenery . the group had no idea what was about to happen the other 3 were talking to the guards

(deat wrong thread)

Suddenly, the bushes off to the side seemed to have come alive as twenty mercenaries stood up, leaves and shrubs falling off. They had their AK74s trained on the TFU spec ops.

"Unload your weapons and toss them on the ground. Put your hands on your head, and lay flat on the road. No funny stuff, each one of you has a sniper round just waiting to smash your skull." he said blandly. He wasn't bluffing either. Just then, a M2A4 IFV pulled up, and another eight mercs exited the vehicle, quickly training their weapons on the Fedrals. The recent arrivals had better equiptment, including VEPR S2 combat situational awareness systems (picture them wearing regular armor with a helmet that covers their whole head and has a visor) and M27A1 rifles. These men had MARPAT pattern camo, which is designed to be invisible to night vision equiptment.

The me thought to them selves ~Son of a ..~ , with that every one dropped there bags , one of the women how ever was hiding behind the jeep, observing what was going on .

The other 3 mean wile were standing around there hands up “well you know yell find nothing but cameras in our bags” one of the men said foolishly.

"Sure, pall." replied one of the mercs, kicking down the man with the big mouth, and opening his bag. "Well well well, so much for cameras, eh boys?" he said, causing the others to roar with laughter. The three men quickly had their hands fastened behind their backs and their feet restrained with plastic ties. All of them were blindfolded, and they were dragged into the Bradley.

The woman was being watched by a sniper, who radioed her location to the others. Suddenly, the IFV came to life, and fired a 30mm SABOT round into the engine block of the jeep while three mercs surrounded her.

up

bump for TFU

Nathaniel "Natty" Chien Mao Bumppo, Esquire, Palace Counsel of Caffeinneburg, struggled through the dense vegetation, hacking apart a curtain of insolent vines and creepers which obstructed his group's progress. Breathing heavily, as we was unused to such exertion, he vainly surveyed the ground, looking for his quarry's tracks. He silently cursed himself for drawing the short straw, the event which had resulted in leading this accursed expedition in the first place. Discouraged, he decided to indulge himself and commit his favorite literary vice; namely, reflecting on the events of the past few days.

Three nights ago, he and the rest of the Archduke's hunting party had been enjoying the hospitality of one of the small, isolated villages which always seemed to pop up in regions like this. The Archduke had only a vague idea of how to handle the incracies of cross-culture contact, and had fallen back on his instincts, which had been honed by a misspent youth playing "Seven Cities of Gold" on the Apple ][. Consequently, he had plied the natives with food and trade goods, and finally deigned to "amaze the natives," in his words, by repeatedly luminescing in a bizarre fashion, which had sent the villagers running for perhaps 15 seconds before their curiosity overcame them and they cautiously returned. The chief was so impressed with this spectacle that he had invited the Archduke's entourage to establish a mission in the village; the Archduke gratefully accepted. As is required by Caffeinneburg state department regulations, a party had immediately broken out.

That night, as they were all half-entranced by the flickering of the fire, the non-Euclidean movements of the dancers, and the ongoing neural damage caused by drinking the fermented juice of various exotic fruits, the chief had whispered to his guests the story of a monstrous man-eating jaguar which had been stalking the villagers, dragging away the unwary, mangling them and eating their bones. Overcome with camaraderie and other, less identifiable substances, the Archduke had vowed his assistance in eradicating this menace.

They had drawn straws the next morning. Natty had lost. The Archduke had sent him out to hunt the man-eater (though he confided to Nathaniel that he was certain it was not a jaguar at all, but rather a bad-tempered huanaco); the Archduke himself, of course, had much more dangerous prey to hunt.

Natty had been sent off with two retainers, a dozen guides and bearers from the village, seven days of food, and appropriate weaponry; they had been moving at a cautious pace for most of the day, and were universally unhappy with the slow progress they were making. Natty shook himself free from his reverie, and his group resumed its trek through the jungle, stinging insects plaguing them with every step.

Suddenly, there was a break in the vegetation. Natty quickened his pace, stumbling forward, hoping to find a clearing; when he reached the treeline, he was shocked to see several buildings sitting squarely in the middle of what was supposed to be uninhabited rainforest. He held up his hand, signalling his comrades to halt. Unwilling to move out into the open just yet, he whispered "Let's get a better look at that place." One of the guides moved to his side and handed him a pair of high-powered binoculars. Breathing deeply to overcome his sudden anxiety, Natty C. M. Bumppo, Esquire, began scanning the complex through the binoculars, hoping to find some clue as to who or what inhabited it.

(Edited for continuity purposes)

((OOC: I was under the impression that the compound was clevery disguised into the side of a mountain.))

(OOC: Not according to post # 19 in this thread.)

(OOC: Not according to post # 19 in this thread.)

The command center, which sat approximately 5 stories below ground...

((OOC: From post 19.))

(OOC: Please note that the next 20 words of the sentence you quoted read as follows: "(along with most of the base, tere was only a few buildings on the surface inside of a walled compound),")

(OOC: Ai ya!)

(OOC: Please note that the next 20 words of the sentence you quoted read as follows: "(along with most of the base, tere was only a few buildings on the surface inside of a walled compound),")

(OOC: Ai ya!)
OOC It's his RP let him do it as he wants.

(OOC: Please note that the next 20 words of the sentence you quoted read as follows: "(along with most of the base, tere was only a few buildings on the surface inside of a walled compound),")

(OOC: Ai ya!)

((OOC: Ah. My mistake.))

He would have seen many armed gaurds patroling along the 20-foot wall that surrounded the base, along with four average looking office buildings. There was an M1A6 tank parked out in the middle of the base, with a group of mercs standing around having a smoke. There were, on top of the walls, several automated 20mm sentry guns, scanning the forest, and a stinger missile pedestal mounted on the roofs of all of the buildings. The hunters had already been spotted by a hidden sentry, who quietly relayed their location to several patrols near their position.

Suddenly, an AH1Z Super Cobra popped up right next to them, showing its full compliment of rockets, the 20mm cannon pointing right at them. 20 mercs also emerged from the bushes around them, their weapons trained on the group.

"You are tresspassing on private property, I'll need you folks to come with me.

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(ooc sorry i haveint been replying lately ive been busy with school ,ill reply by tommrow )

The jeep exploded with a flash of orange light and smoke billowed from the wreck the woman was killed instantly because of the blast , the 3 men stayed quote one of them was sweating but who wouldn’t in a situation like this .

Mean wile there were some equipment in the bags obviously about to be discovered.

Mean wile on the Roosevelt, Admiral Cartwright was sitting near the admiral of the ship he was from the UFS Lexington a CVX class , he said “we lost contact with the probe team approximately 3 hours ago , we don’t know what happened to them ..” O’Brian sighed a bit and said “if they don’t contact us with in 24 more hours ,we have to mount a rescue mission” Cartwright “My O’Brian the President wont approve he’s ordered us not to , and if we do only send the best and the brightest and the smallest . alpha force … we cant mount a major, rescue operation with out causing an incident ”O’Brian shook his head “then get me the alpha team ..”

The weapons were discovered in the equipment bags, and the three men were driven to the compound in the IFV. Once inside, they'd be lead into one of the buildings, and into an elavator which would take them down 10 stories to the detention level. The detention level was clean and futuristic looking, although they could hear screams coming from one of the rooms. They were lead down a long, winding corridor, and into a cell block. The cells were heavily gaurded, with a steel door leading into the cell itself, and a strange sort of laser energy field door in front of that, with cameras in between. Each man was thrown into his own cold, pitch black cell were they would await interrogation.

Cain, was taking a tour of the facility with a scientist, when they came across the security room. Cain watched one of the screens, as several soldiers that were bound and had masks over their faces were thrown into individual cells. Cain realized his true passion of torture could be obliged here, in the middle of nowhere. He turned his head and asked a security officer what they were going to do with the prisoners.

"We intend to figure out who they are, where they came from, and what they're doing here. I'm about to head off to interrogation room 2, care to join me?" replied the merc in charge of the section. He wore MARPAT fatigues and had an HK Mk.23 sitting in his holster, and was an imposing figure. He was also a seasoned interrogator.

"I would love to join you down their. My only request is that I, Well I wanna torture them if they refuse to give any information." After he said this his face twisted into a smile that would scare any normal person.

The merc smiled back knowingly. "Of course, right this way, sir."

Cain continued smiling and replied "You have made my day"

OOC:Wait for TFU to respond before we begin hacking limbs off of his men.

OOC: sounds reasonable

IC: Cain asked the Merc to order several of the following:
Scalpel blades (razors will work if scalpel blades aren't available)
Cauterizing Iron
Rope
Suture
rubbing alcohol
Surgical gloves
hammer
saw
a pair of pliers and a blow torch
vise
a dead body
nails
Anything else I need I'll ask for it when I think of it.

"Yeah, we've got all that in the room, on addition to some of my favorite toys, such as a cutting laser, acid, and a welding torch."

Each of the men were sitting there thinking and Waiting they were trained on what to do in this situation they knew , they couldn’t talk no matter what

(ooc sorry for the short reply got to go been busy as hell)

Detention Level

A VEPR-clad mercenary walked down the long hallway lined with field barrier doors, and took a turn towards the cell of one of the TFU SFs. He inserted his keycard into the outter door, and the lasers shut off, allowing for him to pass. He then punched in a code at the steel door, opening it up. He entered the cell with his shock baton drawn, and hit the man in the gut, stunning him with an electric jolt. He dragged him out and forced him to stand. After a short walk, they were in interrogation room three. Cain and the merc were waiting.

The soldier was made to sit down in front of a steel table, and his hands were strapped down. The merc took out a knife, and a cigar lighter, and held it near his finger.

"OK, here's how it'll go. I ask you a question, and if you get it wrong, I get to take a finger. First question: Who are you? Who sent you? What is your mission?"

Cain looked amusedly at the prisoner. As he was strapped to the table, Cain picked up a scalpel, and started setting up the cauterizing iron.

The SF soldier couldn’t risk being incapacitated he said “ we were ordered by the United states to come in here to survey the area for drug lords and farms ,then we were to radio in the coordinates of the drug farms and routes and watch them get blown away ”

The merc chuckled to himself.

"Yeah, sure, the US very well knows there aren't any druggies for damn near a hundred miles from where we are. Wrong answer, pal." he said, quickly bringing down the knife on the man's thumb, cutting it off. He then quickly jammed the cigar lighter on the stub that it had been attached to, and lit it, sealing the wound, but causing great agony. "Only 9 to go, and I won't hesitate to go for toes and limbs, and I'm pretty sure my foreign friend over here wants to get a piece. Besides, if you really piss me off, I can go to this," he said, igniting a blow torch, and opening a bottle of acid. "Now, answer the f*ckin' question."

Cain picked up the finger, and started cutting it into mincemeat, with his scalpel blade.
Cain after making it into a red pulp and a bone told the Merc "after we end up killing him in a long painfull death, leave him on the floor, so the others will know what is in store for them, at least if they can recognize him."

"Good idea." he replied with a twisted smile.

(bump for long reply invloveing a team later)

"You know," Cain said, "I bore of this silence, I'm going for his eye."
Cain picked up the scalpel, and started carving his eyelids out. After he cut both of his eyelids out, he started sticking a piece of suture behind the soldiers eye. He wrapped it around the optic nerve, and snapped the nerve in two. Cain then pulled the eyeball out of it's socket.