NationStates Jolt Archive

"I need to borrow one." Jera commented

ooc: CYA tomorrow DL12

"You can borrow one of mine. MP5 or MP9?"

"Thanks." She said as she took the subbie and favoured him with a smile.
Jera then proceeded to rapidly familiarize herself with the gun.
She then proceeded to the firing steps. She braced and commenced firing. She did decently, thought nothing to write home about, sub-machine guns just weren't her prefered weapons.
Once done she returned the sub-machine gun. "Thanks for the loan."

"Thanks." She said as she took the subbie and favoured him with a smile.
Jera then proceeded to rapidly familiarize herself with the gun.
She then proceeded to the firing steps. She braced and commenced firing. She did decently, thought nothing to write home about, sub-machine guns just weren't her prefered weapons.
Once done she returned the sub-machine gun. "Thanks for the loan."

OOC:whos did you take

ooc: The first one offered, the other two were offered as I was writing my post.

ooc: The first one offered, the other two were offered as I was writing my post.



OOC:ok the bizon


"your turn buddy" he said to the other "contestant."


OOC2:ok goodnight

OOC:ok the bizon



IC:You are welcome sargent...soooo who won.

"Hold your horses. I haven't even fired yet."

"Call me Jera, not sargent, and there are still people who can participate." Jera said

ooc: Last for night, need sleep.

"Call me Jera, not sargent."




"Forgive me Jera....i am here representing my country and intended to be professional.I hope i did not insult you in anyway."


OOC:alright goodnight i mean it now.

Blane left them to their conversation and walked up to the line. He pulled the strap of the MP-5 off his shoulder and raised the gun to eye hight. Due to his hight, he was actually aiming down at the target which gave him an advantage of being able to judge the distance better.

He squeezed the trigger five times and burst rounds of 3 bullets came out. He wasn't the best shot at long range with a sub-machine gun, but at close range he could reak havoc with one.

He examined his bullet holes. There were five clusters of three bullets each: three clusters had hit the center of the chest, one cluster had pierced the neck, and the final cluster was in the left shoulder. "Not great, but not terrible either. About par for course with the sub," Blane thought to himself.

"That's alright." Jera said with a grin.

OOC: Can someone update me?

IC:
Tim took out and replaced the mag in his rifle, waiting for his turn.

OOC: Can someone update me?

IC:
Tim took out and replaced the mag in his rifle, waiting for his turn.

ooc: we are doing a SMG competition right now...

"If you got an SMG you can shoot now... Or if you don't you can borrow mine."

Tim shook his head. "That's alright... I can still wait..."

"Anyone else want to participate in this one?" Jera asked

"well then forget it lets move on."

"Then we'll switch to assault rifles, if everyone is done." Jera replied

Blane walked about 10 feet away from everyone and flipped on his earpiece. "Any news?" he asked to the support team at Dominion CentCom.

"Not much - just little skirmishes outside of DarkSpace. The Supreme Allied Commander has deployed General Granger to surround the compound."

"Okay, keep me posted."

"Yes, sir. Oh, and I believe you have a package. Check the postmaster at the militar base for it."

"I'll do that."

Blane flipped off the earpiece and walked back towards everyone. "Hey, do any of you guys know where the base postmaster is? I think I have a package I have to go pick up."

"No idea where it is." Jera replied

Blane flipped off the earpiece and walked back towards everyone. "Hey, do any of you guys know where the base postmaster is? I think I have a package I have to go pick up."



"yeah i went there to pick up my new major insignias....just go down the main hall and at the end make a left....you will then see a sign pointing you in the direction"

"yeah i went there to pick up my new major insignias....just go down the main hall and at the end make a left....you will then see a sign pointing you in the direction"

"Thanks man. I'll be right back guys, feel free to continue though." Blane ran off back towards the main hall and when he reached the end he turned left. Sure enough there was a sign pointing to a door labeled PostMaster's Office.

Blane walked inside and stepped up to the front desk, "I believe you might have a package for me?"

"Ah, Major Blane Barak. Indeed we do... hold on let me get it for you," responded the man at the front desk. He walked into the back room and came out carrying a decent sized box, "Here you go, be careful though - its marked sensitive material and is pretty heavy."

"Thanks." Blane took the box from the man and began jogging as fast as he could back to the range.

He arrived at the range and set the box heavily down in front of him, "Did I miss anything?"

"So, what's in the box Blane?" Jera asked as he returned with the package.

"So, what's in the box Blane?" Jera asked as he returned with the package.

"I haven't opened it yet. Lets see," responded Blane as he picked up the note that was taped to the box. "It says:

Thought you could use some new equipment,

From,
Uncle Mar'ki

"Hmm... I wonder what he sent me."

"Open it up." Jera said, "If you want a knife to open it," She drew a 12" combat knife.

"Open it up." Jera said, "If you want a knife to open it," She drew a 12" combat knife.

"No its fine, I have my own." Blane pulled out his knife and began cutting throught the boxing tape. He could through two labels that went across the box the first said, 'Warning! Sensitive Equipment. Handle With Care' and the next was the DMI logo followed by, 'DMG Military Industries'.

He finished cutting it and opened the flaps. On top was another note reading:

'No instructions provided. I thought you could figure out how to use this stuff.'

followed by a list of items...

'R-12 Stryker
Flash HY-3
RE-1 Shades
RE-2 Earpiece
RE-3 Watch
UA-1 Leather Jacket
UA-2 Boots
UA-3 Beret
X-1 Cage Knuckles'

"Seems as if Uncle Mar'ki sent me some stuff," remarked Blane as he began removing the different equipment. "A new assault rifle, a new sniper rifle, and some personal equipment. Seems like brand new stuff..."

"What's the occasion?" She asked, "It's not your birthday, is it?"

"What's the occasion?" She asked, "It's not your birthday, is it?"

"Ha, no. Whenever he creates some new equipment he sends it to me. I usually give my opinion to him on it and then he either restructures it or begins selling it."

"So he's an inventor?" She asked

"So he's an inventor?" She asked

"Uh, I geuss you could say that... sort of. Well not really actually."

"Anywho, what'd you get?" She asked

"That is nice of em."

"Anywho, what'd you get?" She asked

"Well, lets see... Here is Uncle Mar'ki's list," as he handed the list to Jera. "There appears to be an assault rifle in here, a sniper rifle, and a whole load of personal equipment. Looks like a watch, some sunglasses, a new earpiece, some boots, a SpecOps beret, some brass knuckles... uh... Nice! A leather jacket."

"That is nice of em."

"Hey dont think its all out of love. Mar'ki likes some professional input on his equipment, and he is smart enough to know that if he sends me free stuff, I will give him some feedback on it."

"Then put them on." Jera said, then with a grin, "No more competiting until Blane puts on a fashion show with his new stuff."

"Then put them on." Jera said, then with a grin, "No more competiting until Blane puts on a fashion show with his new stuff."

"If you insist - but I would reccomend taking a step back. You never know what this stuff does..." Blane then through on the jacket, placed the Beret on his head and strapped on the boots. He slipped the "Cage Knuckles" into the jacket pocket, "Here, Jera, hold these for me," he said as he removed his earpiece, sunglasses and watch - and then inserted the new earpiece, latched the new watch on, and finished it all off with the shades.

"Well?"

"Well..." Jera started, "You look about the same, but very nice jacket."

"Well, what about the red beret?"

"It looks like someone dropped a jar of strawberry syrup on your head." She commented

"It looks like someone dropped a jar of strawberry syrup on your head." She commented

Blane dropped his head in a sigh. "Stupid Beret!" he muttered to himself. He then pulled it off his head with his right hand - on the way off, his hand brushed a button on the side of sunglasses... "Woh! Now this is certainly new!" A computer screen had appeared in the left lens of the sunglasses. Information on the Beret had appeared on his screen, and when he finished reading it over the screen flashed to another piece of information and so on until he had finished reading. "Now this is some cool equipment."

"Well, we've had our fashion show, so unless you want to let us try them out, back to the contests." Jera said

"Well, we've had our fashion show, so unless you want to let us try them out, back to the contests." Jera said

"I dont think so - this is some sensitive and top secret equipment as of now. Although if we are continuing back to the shooting contest, are we on assault rifles?" eager to test out the R-12 Stryker.

"Ah, meanie." Jera said with a pout. "And yes it's assault rifles."

"Well i am out the only other things i have are my knife and my shotgun."

"You could always borrow a assault rifle." Jera suggested

"Appreciated but no thanks you guys go ahead." replyed Alexis.

"Fair enought." Jera replied, "So Blane, want to go?"

"Appreciated but no thanks you guys go ahead." replyed Alexis.

"Seriously though. I have my new assault rifle. You can have my old M4A1..."

"Fair enought." Jera replied, "So Blane, want to go?"

"Uh... sure. Although I can't say I will do my best with a new weapon. Whats the range and bullet count?"

"Oh, 400 meters, 15 rounds." Jera said

"Oh, 400 meters, 15 rounds." Jera said

"No problem," Blane said as he approached the line. "400 meters it is." Blane's glasses zoomed in to the target as he raised the gun to fire. Blane popped off the first three shots one by one. It created a 4 inch small diagnal line on the target, "Shes fires nice." Then Blane continued to fire the next 12 rounds - forming an X on the target.

"Could I try it?" Jera asked

"Could I try it?" Jera asked

"Uh... I don't know. Its technically classified information of the state. Ah hell, go ahead... just don't tell anyone.

Hold on... let me turn off the fingerprint system." He put his finger on the trigger and connected the uplink cable from his watch to the gun. Some inofrmation appeared on the screen and he gave it a voice command to turn off the fingerprint system. "Here you go."

"It's not like I'm going to take it apart." Jera commented as she took the rifle, and test-fired a few rounds.

"It's good, prefere mine of course, but still very good." She said as she handed the rifle back to Blane.

"It's not like I'm going to take it apart." Jera commented as she took the rifle, and test-fired a few rounds.

"It's good, prefere mine of course, but still very good." She said as she handed the rifle back to Blane.

"Its not about you taking it apart or not... Its that it is classified and hasn't even been relased to the military of the Dominion or the Supreme Ruler of DMG."

"So industrial secret rather than military or political." Jera said, "Don't worry, I won't tell."

"You're up"

OOC: Can anyone update me? Again? ... >_>

OOC: Can anyone update me? Again? ... >_>

ooc: why don't you just read through it...?

Blane got a package from his uncle Mar'ki with lots of new equipment. Blane began the assault rifle competition.

OOC: OK! Are Assault rifle competitions are starting?

IC:
Tim paced around, rifle slung over his shoulder. He looked up, and noticed Blane getting an assault rifle, and straightened up.

"If you insist." Jera commented as she loaded the rifle.
She took the firing steps, she put the rounds into a neat cluster in the center of the target.

"Go ahead Tim, you're up."

OOC: i'm back and ready for rifle competitition.m i'll go after skycap.

Mark Grabbed His M4A1 and waited for his turn. he began cleaning his scope and making last minute adjustments before his turn.

"No, you can go... I've waited this long, I guess I can wait a few more moments." He said, unlimbering his rifle.

"ok i'll go next" mark said as he stepped up to the target. Mark then shot off 15 shots one by one and cheked his target. He had shot the X out of the bulls eye. "piece of cake"

Jera marked off the targets for each of the so-far competitors.

"Tim your up."

Donovann stepped up, having finished adjusting the sights on his rifle. Taking a deep breath, he looked down at the target. He squeezed off 15 rounds, before picking up his binoculars and looking at the target. All 15 had made a jagged semi-circle around the target's center. "Fudge."


OOC: A bite to eat I must get. So be back in 15 minutes I will be.


OOC: I am teh backzorz. Carry on. :p

"Who else is up?" Jera asked as she dealt with Tim's target.

"i think thats everobody." mark said as he disassembled his rifle "so whats next? sniper rifles?"

"Alright," Jera replied, "Anyone else have a suggestion?"

"How bout we move on to snipers?"

"Sure," Jera replied, "1500, 1 round."

"ok who goes first?"

"Whoever wants to go first." Jera replied

"how 'bout you start then?"

"A, no sniper rifle, B, I've started the last two times." Jera said

"OK, then i'll go" Mark said as he lifted his Rifle and adjusted his sights on the target. "One shot One kill." mark said to himself as he squeezed off the round. "Damnit!" Mark yelled. His shot was one ring outside the center.

Jera deals with Mark's target, "Next."

"I'll go"

Blane was a very advanced sniper as was required in the Dominion special forces. He laid down in the prone position and aimed his Strike sniper rifle at the target, "1500 meters... no problem." And it wasn't as the effective range of his sniper rifle was much greater than that. He pulled the trigger and hit a dead bull's eye.

"Next." Jera said as she dealt with Blane's target.

"I think me and Blane are the only one's with sniper rifles."

"Then, unless someone borrows one, the sniper round is done." Jera said

"I'll lend my gun to anyone who wants to praticipate"

"I'll pass, personally, only trust my own sniper, and that's back home." Jera replied

"I'll pass, personally, only trust my own sniper, and that's back home." Jera replied

"Why didn't you bring it? Or are you not the sniper type?"

"Too fidgety most of the time to make it practical for general use." Jera replied

"Too fidgety most of the time to make it practical for general use." Jera replied

"So, are you saying that you are a bad sniper?"

"Partway, I have a bit of trouble with half of the requirements for sniping, most of the time." Jera said, "In terms of accuracy, I'm an excellent sniper, in terms of being able to wait an hour for the perfect shot, I'm not that great."

"Partway, I have a bit of trouble with half of the requirements for sniping, most of the time." Jera said, "In terms of accuracy, I'm an excellent sniper, in terms of being able to wait an hour for the perfect shot, I'm not that great."

"I completely understand. Patience is a virtue..."

"And I ain't patient." Jera replied with a smirk, and a grin.

"And I ain't patient." Jera replied with a smirk, and a grin.

"Yeh... I've noticed..."

"So, any other guns you guys got?" She asked

"Well... I have some other guns, but they are the same types that we have already used. The only other thing I can think of is a knife throwing contest," Blane grinned - he loved knife throwing.

"no thanks, I'm not much for knife throwing, when it comes to close quarters i use CQC" mark replied as he unsheathed his knife and started slashing at air. "Counter, Strike, Retract." MArk kept repeating to himslef.

"That's possible, or we could play a game of Hunt." She said, hoping they'd say yes.

"Sure Hunt sounds fun" "but are we talking about going hunting or is this a game i'm not familiar with?" mark replied, seeming very interested.

"That's possible, or we could play a game of Hunt." She said, hoping they'd say yes.

"Fine why not... how does it work?" responded Blane as he formulated an idea of what it must be.

Jera beamed, "One second." She dashed back to the room and was back in remarkable time. She handed each of the people who'd expressed interest in Hunt a specially made knife. "You are only allowed what I just gave you for the game, you have five minutes, then HUNT." Her eyes were twinkeling in joy.

ooc: Knife: Specially made metal cored rubber knife(can't actually harm someone), with a skin contact paralyser agent(Lasts about 20 minutes).

Game Rules: Essentially last man standing, if you get tagged(paralysed) and you regain movement, you're back in.

Jera beamed, "One second." She dashed back to the room and was back in remarkable time. She handed each of the people who'd expressed interest in Hunt a specially made knife. "You are only allowed what I just gave you for the game, you have five minutes, then HUNT." Her eyes were twinkeling in joy.

ooc: Knife: Specially made metal cored rubber knife(can't actually harm someone), with a skin contact paralyser agent(Lasts about 20 minutes).

Game Rules: Essentially last man standing, if you get tagged(paralysed) and you regain movement, you're back in.

"I see..." Blane said. In the next moment he had sprinted off into the distance. He sprinted into the words feinting left and right. He made a sharp right turn at an old oak tree and ran for a short distance. After that he slowly walked and covered his tracks at the same time. He made sure not to leave a single clue to which direction he had gone - but in fact he had returned to the spot along the creek in which he had once found on his trip out there a couple days ago. There was a single rock in the center of the creek which he used to get across. Once across he climbed up a tree that was about eight feet from the creek's edge and waited...

Jera began the count down.

Mark ran deep int the woods until he came across a creek. He looked around but saw nobody so he decided to cross the creek and find a good positions for an ambush. as he crossed the creek he found a nice mossy area behind a large rock. he then laid down, almost completely invisible, and waited for his prey.

ooc: I am going to assume its the same place where Blane crossed?

Jera was nearing the last minute as she wondered whether the others were actually Hunting, or being Prey. She gave Mark 8:1 on Prey, and Blane 11:1 on Prey. She smiled as she entered the last minute and prepared to Hunt.

OOC: Same general area, you may or may not have seen me, its up to you.

OOC: Same general area, you may or may not have seen me, its up to you.

ooc: k

IC:
Blane saw, from his vantage point in the tree, as Mark crossed the creek and hid behind a rock. He contemplated jumping down on him and engaging but instead decided to use him as bait. If Jera ever found them, and she might if Mark hadn't been as careful as Blane, than he would wait until they had engaged each other - or at least one took out the other - and then finish off the remaining one.

Mark waited,watching for the slightest sign of movement. he began wondering if he should move or not. wondering if anyone had seen him. he had to admit, he was pretty fast and sloppy trying to get there. but after a while of thinking to himself, mark decided it would be best to just stay and wait, instead of relocating and risk being cuaght.

Jera reached zero, or as it was commonly called in game terms Zero Hour, and she headed in the general direction she'd seen the two run off to. She was whistling as she walked.

Mark swore he heard a noise. something human. "its high pitched, Whistling?!" mark thought to himself "must be a distraction." mark thought not moving the slightest bit. "it sounds like it's getting closer...hmm."

Jera was watching tracks as she whistled and walked. She could see one had angled off toward a boulder, the other had back tracked himself, leaving him with two options, trees, or wading downstream.
Taking her knife in her teeth(the handle), she leapt up into the nearest tree and began traversing the branchs in squirrel fashion.

ooc: woh! are you in my tree?

Mark, in an effeort to distract someone and get them out of hiding, threw a couple of rocks, making it sound as though someone was running upstream.

Jera heard someone making sounds, but was occupied with her present prey, and he was somewhere in the trees. As she leapt from one to a second, she caught a glimpse of a shoe, and tried to figure out who it belonged to.

ooc: Not in your tree DMG, just a nearby one

The trees were moving ever so slight - someone was moving around in them... Blane began climbing higher to the top of the tree and then watched below to see his prey...

He had also heard the splashes of water but assumed it was just Mark trying to trick Jera...

No-one seemed to fall for mark's plan. mark suddenly heard the russle of leaves from a nearby tree. he thought he saw someone leap from tree to tree, but thought it was just an animal. mark slowly etched his way to the other side of the rock. trying to make as little noticable movement as possible. he then pulled out his binoculars and scanned the trees. "nothing. absolutley nothing."

Seeing Mr. Shoe move up, she followed in her own tree, scaling it like a monkey. As she popped her head above the canopy, she heard the creek of stressed branches and smiled.

OOC: For the record, Mark has been wearing a ghillie suit since the shooting compitetion.

ooc: Got it.

OOC: Thanks for waiting for me... :p

ooc: Just join in, assume he got a knife as well.

OOC: I'll just go ahead and say he's found a hiding spot, and slowly stalking his next victim...

IC:
Tim crouched down as more rustling in the tree(s) nearby was heard. Gripping his knife tighter, he began to creep on again. He noticed a grouping of plants around a boulder, and squinted.

ooc: I'll be back in the morning, all NS, and No sleep is very good, but logistically unsupportable.

ooc:cya later theao

OOC: Yeah, I'm done for the night... Er morning... It's like 12:16 here... And Republic Commando doesn't work... So g'night all... Or whatever you say in the morning. Hang it all, see ya later. There.

ooc: yea i guess i'm out too. its like 1:20 am here so cya int he morning err... later.

OOC:jeez whenever i leave and come back there is like 5 more pages :eek:

Jera watched from the tree as Tim appeared to be stalking a boulder.
She also continued looking for Mr. Shoe(Blane).

Blane waited from his vantage point above the rest at the top of the tree...

Jera spotted Mr. Shoe, and waved, as she realized it was Blane.

Jera spotted Mr. Shoe, and waved, as she realized it was Blane.

Blane saw Jera waving at him and he was slightly dissapointed. However he had found her just as she had found him - and he had the high point advantage. Blane grinned back and then signaled at Mark and Tim on the ground.

Jera grinned at Blane, then dropped down from her perch at the top of the tree, and prepared to Hunt the groundies.

Alexis was at the shooting range and was timing the match.

Tim heard a thump, saw Blane wave at him suddenly, and gave up on stalking what appeared to be a clump of brush all at once. He stood up, and ducked again, noticing Jera had dropped. He chuckled. Some hunt...

"Hello there." She said as she lunged at Tim.

Blane's plan had worked perfectly. The other "hunters" had engaged each other as Blane watched from his vantage point...

Tim flicked to the side, swinging out his hand at Jera.

Jera smiled, using her knife to tap Tim's to the side, then struck for his wrist.

Donovann suddenly fell, the paralyzing whatever-it-was taking effect as Jera's knife hit his stomach. He groaned inwardly, as he rasied his arm to try to fend off another strike.

She danced to his off-side* and struck for the neck.

ooc: IE: Knife in right hand, she on left side

Tim rolled over as far as he could, thrusting his arm out, and wondering if he could throw the thing.

Blane watched as Jera was "dealing" with Tim. He kept his eye on where Mark was hiding and waited to see if he would make a move or if Jera would find him first.

Blane decided to move from his vantage point. He climbed down from the highest point to a branch just below. He then began jumping from tree to tree and from limb to limb...

Jera chuckled as he dodge, and struck for his leg. She after both him, and his knife, as she could use it, as a surprised attack. She could throw it, then close and strike with her own.

Tim felt the blade touch his legs. 'There go me legs' he thought. In a last ditch attempt, he grabbed Jera's wrist and twisted it, while tossing his own kinfe at her leg.

"Oww." Jera protested as the knife smacked into her left hand, which she'd se to protect her legs.. She twisted her right hand up and out, and flicked it at Tim's throat.

He twisted his neck back even further, bringing his now empty hand up to grab her knife-wielding wrist. He grunted, and clenched his jaw. He was determined not to come in last place.

Blane had circled around to the other side of Jera and Tim. He jumped down to the lowest branch which was about eight feet high and seven feet behind Jera...

Tim looked up at Blane, who was on a branch behind Jera. He twitched his head, hoping Blane would comply, and get Jera off. He also hoped Blane would forget that Jera was... Unstable at times.

Jera, smiled and struck for the most sensitive part of the male anatomy with the knife, as she smacked her numb hand into Tim's arm.

Tim clearly wanted help from Blane, but at the moment Blane was content to crouch on the branch. Maybe if their was a good opening Blane would leap off and get Jera from behind...

There it was... the opening for Blane to attack. Jera had attacked Tim with both hands and was now defenseless from behind. Blane lept from his branch and landed only a foot behind Jera... He raised the knife in his hand and moved towards her throat...

Tim again jumped. He was being paralyzed from the bottom up. He decided Blane would be of no help as of now, and turned back to the task at hand. He twisted over, and managed to move his right leg a bit, which knocked into Jera's leg. He moving his hand up, he moved his clenched hand into Jera's wrist, which was attached to her hand, which was currently gripping her knife.

Jera heard someone land behind her, and knew it had to be Blane. With a grin at Tim, she braced herself against him and lashed backward at Blane's gut height with her foot, then twisted to the side.

Donovann grunted as Jera braced against him. He saw an opening. Moving his arm, he gripped her arm, and pushed to the side.

Jera landed a kick in square to Blane's gut, but as he was folding backwards his arm slashed out with the knife towards Jera's shoulder...

Tim and Jera both began rolling down the hil as they'd both thrown momentum in the same direction.

"Whoa!" Yelled Tim, focusing on knocking Jera's knife away, to prevent her from paralyzing either of them on their way down.

One a roll, she pushed Tim away, so they were both rolling seperately, rather than in each other's arms.

As the two of them rolled down the hill, Blane siezed the oppurtunity and again dashed off to gain a surprise attack. He circled behind the two of them and waited for a good time to attack...

Tim landed at the bottom (wherever that is...), and tried to get up on his arms, then began to move away, feeling frustrated as his brain continued to order his legs to move. He hoped whatever was on those knives didn't have any unknown lasting effects.

The two rolled down into the creek, which was very cold water. With a minor shriek, Jera leapt up out of the water onto the shore, where they'd just rolled down.

Donovann, busily crawling to shore, hoped the water hadn't picked up any of the paralyzing stuff when Jera had fallen in. He looked over his shoulder, and saw Jera scrambling up the ground. He snickered.

Jera shook the water off the blade, thankful the stuff was water-proof as she ran up the hill to snag Tim's knife.

Donovann turned on his back once he reached the top. He wondered how long the stuff lasted, then looked around for Blane. "Hey, a little help?" he yelled, smiling sheepishly.

As Blane noticed Jera head back up the hill, he signaled to Tim to pull himself into the thicker part of the woods...

Attempting to crouch, Tim suddenly felt his legs wobble. He yelled suddenly as back fell on a rock, which he picked up. He was definantly going to have to wait before standing up. He signaled to Blane to go on.

Jera shivered a bit, as she wondered wether a bra would have been better, what with the cold water. She kept one eye on Blane/Tim and the other on her search for the knife.

OOC: I'd say it's passed 20 minutes ICly, wouldn't you?

IC:
Donovann felt some life returning to his legs, and hoped the stuff was wearing off.


OOC: Oh, and I'm going to see a movie in a bit, not sure which one though. So stay tuned! :p

Blane watched as Tim fell on his back, and then stared at Jera as she was looking for something...

Jera found Tim's knife, and grabbed it loosely in her numb hand.

ooc: Ya, about that.

OOC: OK, I'm off now, probably will be back by like 3:30 or so.

IC:
Tim looked around, feeling his back. He hoped nothing serious had been damaged or anything, as he looked back at Jera. He suddenly hoped Jera wouldn't come at him with those knives.

Mark watched as tim and jera rolled down the hill. he then saw blane stalking them and knew it was time to attack. mark slowly walked towards blane, and when he was close enough. knocked blanes left leg backward, grabbed his left arm and put the knife to his throat."how ya doing" mark said with a grin

ooc:if you've ever played MGS3, it's the move snake does to interrogate people.

ooc: well that certainly isn't a godmod... considering Blane knew where Mark was the entire time, it would be awfully hard to sneak up on him...

As Blane felt his left leg being kicked out from under him, he spun around and did a sweep kick...

edit: ooc: I have played MGS3, he still couldn't sneap up on me when I knew where he was the whole time...

Jera watched the two fight, as she wandered over toward Tim.

ooc: ya but you were looking the other direction

Mark fell back as blane sweep kicked him, hitting the ground hard and hurting his back. "nice one" mark said as he rolled to the side at stood back up."thats definately gonna hurt in the morning."

"Yeh, I am sure it will," said Blane as he got to his feet and braced himself for the next move...

Mark waited for blane to attack. he was smart enought to know to never attack first, especially if the opponent isn't vulnerable.

"If you will excuse me," Blane said, "I have to go help Tim. You are welcome to follow..." Blane took ten cautious steps backward from Mark, very carefully making sure he didn't attack, and then turned and sprinted towards Tim where Jera was advancing. Blane's long strides allowed to quickly make up the distance and arrive before Jera could do anything...

"sure i'll help. I think tims gonna need it, considering jera's got his knife." mark said as he sheathed his knife, showing blane he wasn't going to attack.

Seeing Blane headed her way, she asked in a teasing voice, "What, you'd leave off on your fight, for little old me, I'm touched."

Blane took Mark's gesture genuinely and saw that he wasn't going to attack.

"More like we broke of our fight for Tim"

"What, did you think I was going to tag him again?" She asked

while blane distracted jera, mark started slowly trying to get behind her. mark nodded, signaling to blane to attack when ready.

"Well I certainly dont think Tim like being paralyzed and hobbling on his arms..."

"Now now Mark, trying to tag-team me, bad form." She said as she moved to watch both of them at the same time.

Blane lunged out at Jera... He dropped low and stabbed with his right hand, which contained the knife, at Jera's leg and then did a sweep kick...

Jera leapt up and back as she avoided Blane's lunge. Sliding both knives into loops in her pants, she leapt up, grabbed a tree branch and pulled herself up onto it.

"You can run... but you have to come down some time..." said Blane after Jera lept into the tree. "Maybe I should just shoot her down," mumbeled Blane

"Tut tut Blane, no guns allowed." Jera commented

"I didn't say anything about guns..." lied Blane. He was hoping that Mark would circle around and head into the trees...

"Then how would you shoot me, and why don't you two duke it out?" She asked

Mark set up on the other side of the tree. he made a gesture toward blane showing him mark was going to throw the knife. he then ran forward and chucked his knife at jera. cutting her leg.

Mark's knife hit her leg, and bounced into the crook of the branch she was standing on. She reached down, "Thanks Mark, only works on skin contact." She said as she picked up her third knife.

"Well this certainly is interesting," remarked Blane as he took a step closer. "So, now you have three knives..."

"Yep, one more and I have a set." She commented as she played with Mark's.

"Well, are you going to come down... or are you just going to stand up there?"

"Sure." She hopped to another tree, and then down.

"thats ok" i know how to fight without a knife." mark said, as he entered CQC stance

Vijay followed the rest of the others and watched their armed and unarmed combat with enjoyment. Vijay didn't want to show the emotion of excitement. He reached back for his kukri knife and had an urge to pull it out and show the others what a Gorkha is.

"This make is better than watching gladiators fight in Rome." Vijay said in his mind.

Then he again followed the others to whatever contest they were going to do.

"But you can't win without a knife." Jera commented

"Well, he could disarm you and take his knife back..." said Blane, "Or he could simply kill you..."

"i think i'll get mine back" mark said with a smirk, as he nodded for blane to attack jera.

"He could try." Jera replied with a grin.

Blane started forward, as to get closer in order to attack Jera. He was cautious not wanting to be caught by one of the knives. He jumped high in the air kicking out at her stomach and then finishing it with a roundhouse...

Jera caught Blane's leg as he tried the roundhouse. She was grinning as he was nearly effectively crippled as she held him by his ankle.

As Jera caught his leg, he twisted his body and lifted himself completely off the ground and roundhoused with his other leg - aiming for Jera's head...

As jera was occupied with blanes leg mark ran in and sweep kicked her. as she fell he grabbed his knife and stepped back."thanks, i'll be needing this."

Jera had been expecting something along the lines that Blane had just done. She let go as he started to swing, so he'd land on his stomach fairly hard. Darting forward, she brought the knife toward the back of his neck.

Mark saw what jera was going to do to blanes neck so he ran forward and grabbed her arm. "ah ah ah.. not this time."

She drew a second knife and poked Mark in the stomach, under his shirt.

Seizing the oppurtunity, Blane rolled on to his stomach and grabbed Jera's wrist. Squeezing it as hard as he could, he raised his knife up in front of Jera's head...

"AHH!" mark screamed as he felt the serum or whatever start to take effect. mark suddenly fell back clenching his stomach."BLANE NOW!"

Vijay started watching and began shouting at Blane.

"Major Blane, focus! You need to be patient and try not to give away your attacks."

Jera twisted, pulling Mark, down onto Blane. Mark was on top of Blane, with Jera beside both of them.

"AHH!" mark screamed as the knife peirced his stomach. mark suddenly fell back clenching his stomach."BLANE NOW!"
ooc: Knife can't pierce the skin.

ooc:ok got it ill edited the post and say it was the serum taking effect

Still squeezing Jera's wrist, he pulled her back into the mix and squeezed even harder so that she would drop the knife. He rolled Mark off him and with his right hand put the knife to her throat...

As Mark was forced to release his grasp of her wrist by Blane, he lost his grip on her wrist, and she rolled to her feet.

As Mark was forced to release his grasp of her wrist by Blane, he lost his grip on her wrist, and she rolled to her feet.

ooc: what the hell? I was holding your wrist...

Mark, with a final effort threw his knife, handle first, toward blane. "here this should help you out!" mark called as he rolled onto his back.

ooc: what the hell? I was holding your wrist...
ooc: Both MArk/Blane were holding seperate wrist. When he rolled Mark off, he'd have had to release his grasp, simply because of the physics of the manuver.

As Mark was forced to release his grasp of her wrist by Blane, he lost his grip on her wrist, and she rolled to her feet.
ooc:when you stabbed me I let go of you

ooc: Both MArk/Blane were holding seperate wrist. When he rolled Mark off, he'd have had to release his grasp, simply because of the physics of the manuver.

ooc: I understand that but Blane is still holding her wrist and pulling her back towards him (you can't be thinking that Jera, is stronger than Blane (6'4", 220+ lbs...)

OCC: just get on with the fight.

Blane flipped up on to his feet and retreated into the woods...

Jera began working out the stresses that the scuffle had caused.

Vijay began clapping at Jera.

"Good Job, Sergeant. Good Job. Unbelievable that a woman can handle the muscular power of two men."

mark tried getting up and following blane. he walked wobbly, grasping trees to hold him up, finnaly mark came found blane, and as he was headed toward him, fell on his stomach. mark had lost Hunt.

"What, your chicks all delicate and weak?" Jera asked

As Mark collapsed in front of him, Blane reached down and took the knife from his hand. Now with two knives Blane circled around and cam up behind Vijay. He stalked him from behind the brush and then approached him from the back. He walked up directly behind him and put one knife to the front of his throat and the other to his side...

"Blane, Vijay's not participating, just observing." Jera said as she noticed what he'd done.

"Thats not my fault... besides he was distracting me before..."

"Technically you're disqualified." Jera replied

"Technically... there were no ground rules..." remarked Blane as he relaxed his grip. He dropped the two knives to the ground, turned about face, and walked off...

"There were no stated ground rules, and that wasn't elaborated on because this is an unusual situation." She replied

Mark got up, feeling slightly less wobbly, and walked toward jera "hey, when the hell does this stuff wear off? mark asked as his knees buckled. "i can barely stand as it is.

As he was walking away Blane lifted a hand to show his disinterest in her 'rules'. "Rules of war... what a joke," he said in calm tone, not directing towards anyone but rather just expressing himself...

"Normally around twenty minutes." She replied

"great" mark replied as he made his way back to his room. on his way there he met up with blane. "hey, who won the Hunt thingie?" mark asked in an interested tone

Jera had regained her rubber knives, "No one really won." She said

"Alright everyone go and rest." sniffed the air "And damn take a shower."

Mark returned to his room and started dissasembling his equipment. first the M4, then the M-82. next he fully loaded his Glock17 and reholstered it, he then checked his M1911A1 and switched form ankle holster to hip holster. he then laid down until the serum wore off.

"Good idea," said Blane as he grabbed a towel and headed for the showers...

Jera returned her gear to her room, slid on a large fluffy towel and headed to the shower.

Alexis returned to his room and took a shower(he was lucky enough to get a room with a shower) ...after which he put on a pair of boxers and a tank top,and went to bed.

Blane entered the shower room and wrapped his towel around him as he slid off his clothes and then stepped into the shower - handing his towel over the side. He whistled while he showered...

Mark woke up, feeling much better and started walking around the room "phew, i need a shower". mark said as he put his ghillie suit away, grabbed a towel, a fresh pair of clothes, and headed toward the showers.

Jera tossed the towel over the rack, cranked the water, and stepped into the shower.

Blane stepped out of the shower and wrapped the towel around his waist. "Ugh... what small towels, you would think Krendakovians were all five feet tall." Blane then noticed another towel on the rack, "Ooh, a spare towel." He picked up the towel and walked out of the shower room while continuing to dry off...

Blane stepped out of the shower and wrapped the towel around his waist. "Ugh... what small towels, you would think Krendakovians were all five feet tall." Blane then noticed another towel on the rack, "Ooh, a spare towel." He picked up the towel and walked out of the shower room while continuing to dry off...



OOC:you devil ;)

Jera finished her shower and discovered her towel missing. Wrapping the towels that were remaining, one around her body, the other hair, she stalked out, with vengence in mind on whoever had stolen her's.

Alexis was barly asleep when he heard Jera swaring out in the hall.


alexis put his head out his door.


"Jera what happened!" he said rubing his eys and yawning.