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"Tickets, get your tickets here."

A ticket man stood infront of a large dome where President Andrew N. Volker of the SSUN would talk to annonce the new Military Squad Tournament's start up. Behind him stood the Nerotikan SET team being sent into to field for the tournment and infront of him stood hundreds if not thousands of nerotikan people cheering.

"I will say this and only this...LET THE GAMES BEGIN."

Behind him opened a large curtains to reveal a huge TV screen and a set of ten body pods. The Nerotikan team got into the pods to demenstrate what they do. The TV screen went black then began to gain a visual of the field. The camera jolted around and found the team running around. The began to play an FFA match and the crowd soon saw what the games would be like. Karl Danes, one of the Lt.'s of the team quickly took the lead by killing Andrew Hurandas, Andrew respawned and came back by firing three shots from his computer generated FN SCAR into Arronica. The fight looked real, to the point where when shot the men would actually bleed. The men in the pods though were fine and once the demenstation was over they got out and shook hands. It was amazing and now all they had to do was wait for the other teams to come and show if they had what it took to fight. (A little choppy for a post but it gets the point across ^.^)

MATCH LIST, 1ST ROUND
Nerotika Vs. The Xeno - The Xeno
Frozopia Vs. Galashiels -
Snake Eaters Vs. Velkya -
Frenzia Vs Nakanaori -
Demon 666 Vs T.I. (Full name hard to spell) -

OOC: I'm just going to post my arrival.

IC:
The unmarked plane landed at a small airfield, identifying itself as Omega Zulu Three to anyone who asked. Inside, Lieutenant Conners looked out of the small window, and sighed to himself,"Well, we're here."

His Staff Sergeant, Earl Hickey, nodded, reaching up into the overhead storage bin, pulling out a plain black holdall. He unzipped it, looked inside, and then zipped it back up, before slinging it over his shoulder,"The Range Rover is standing outside, Dan"

"Good. Alright lads, get your gear, and get into that car sharpish. George, you drive. I'll ride up front with you. The rest, sit wherever."

*A few hours later*
Having settled into their assigned quaters, the five men had begun to put their equipment together. Althought they'd said they'd only been bringing rifles, pistols and other such equipment, they'd also brought what they normally carried. NOD's were included, extra ammunition, grenades, and other such things that no true professional solider could really be without if he intended to survive. One of them, Norm Hooten, picked up his SAW, and fastened the sight unit to the top of it, checked the action, and then laid it back on the bed, turning his attention to the his sidearm, a good 'ol Browning High Power, one of the best handguns ever made.

Another one of them, Tom Johnson, having throughly cleaned his L85, picked up his assualt vest, and frowned,"Is it just me, or does this seem a little heavy?"

"Check the plates."

He did, and found one in the back. He sighed, and slid it out. George Donegal looked over from fitting the red-dot sight to the top of his rifle,"You sure that's a good idea?"

"Why not? I've done it before."

"Yeah, but we've never faced anything like this before. They could pop up behind us, and cap us in the back. Won't you feel silly then?"

Tom thought about it for a moment, nodded, and slid the plate back in,"I'll deal with it."

Conners had a bowl of soapy water in front of him, and had placed all the parts for his weapon in the water. Many people said this was a bad idea... it had never failed before. He knew this was all just a simulation, but he and his team had decided to bring the weapons anyway. He took each part, dried it throughly, gave the moving parts a light coat of gun oil, and reassembled it, checking the action. It was wonderfully smooth, just as he intended.

OOC: Why have they brought everything with them, I hear you ask. I'll tell you. If they move around with it all the time, it makes it easier to think about it. That's going to help. Plus, I'm guessing you have real life shooting ranges and stuff like that.

OOC: So how is this gonna work? I take it we wait for it to be our turn to fight, then get it on proper. Whats the arena like? Need a description (well, a good description).

I don't have the time to RP my arrival right now, so just assume I've turned up :P

When do we know results?

Unmarked airfield

Several hours after their opponent's team had landed, yet another unmarked aircraft, a jet-black twin engined aircraft, touched down at the small airstrip. After a minute or two, the small boarding ramp detatched from the side of the aircraft, as five men, dressed in greyed camaflauge and carrying large bags each, emerged from the aircraft in a line, not saying so much as a peep as they climbed into a waiting SUV and drove to the tournement site.

Velkyan Quarters

The table in the middle was covered end to end in weapons. Two AR-4A2 assualt rifles, disassembled in perfect order, sat alongside a SAW-91 light machine gun, and two SR-2008 .303 sniper rifles, also disassembled. Spare magazines, six suits of Gen. III Interceptor Body Armor, and three DNR-13 recoiless rifles also lay on the table, as a man dressed in fatigues and a white tank top carefully cleaned out his .45 sidearm. Another soldier held an assualt rifle, sliding his red-dot sight onto the rail and a airburst launcher underbarrel. They still had a few days before they're match with Snake Eaters, and they would take all that time to prepare for their eventual fight.

OOC: My map is going to be good 'ol Sidewinder from Halo. Google it for a basic layout.

The Felucan fireteam were keeping to themselves mostly. Being anthropomorphs and all, they didn't want to frighten the other participants or the residents of the host nation. The team had all of their gear assembled, and were going over their FSCA suits, double-checking battery life on the night vision and communications and packing extra cigarette-pack sized batteries into pockets and backpacks.

All of the equipment was in perfect working order, the Felucans waited silent in their black body armor and blank, black-visored helmets. Other than the odd tail sticking out here and there, one might not even notice that they are anthros at all.

Packed into extra bags strapped to their kits are spare camo packets, an overcoat of cloth to be attached to the FSCA suits once they arrived at the battlefield, the terrain yet undecided.

The Frenzian team had checked over all of their kit,cleaned and checked their weapons,and made sure everything they needed was ready.They were nervous but they were confident they would do well,after all the training the had how could they lose.


OOC:After seeing everyone else picking their maps I guess I will too.I would like a ruined village surrounded by forest,at night during a mustard gas attack.The village should have a few blown apart cars,a blown out tank,and lots of rubble in the streets.

I might as well succomb to peer pressure...

Tactical Long Range Recon/ Fast Action Force fire team leader Lt. Col. Rutger prepped his team with issues of rations and magezine upon magezine. Last minute checks were made to make sure actions were clean and barrels clear. Sights were wiped down and tactical ammo distribution packs were tightened. They knew that they were the best and brightest, with veteran expierience with a combined 30 tours of duty and 50 classified fast action assaults. Body Armor was slipped on and boots were strapped. Helmets and night vision gear was pulled on while they brought their weapons to a parafe rest while Rutger gave the mission briefings...

People were cheering everywhere. It was truly a sight to behold. Nakanaoria's top operatives marveled at the architecture and environment. They had arrived last night and spent the morning sharpening their swords and recalibrating their rifles. The Spec Ops program in Nakanaori erased a soldier's identity, instead, replacing it with a number. They are all trained in CQC kenjutsu and are extremely proficient in handling the G36 variants supplied by Heckler and Koch.

Gear ready, weapons checked, and a good square meal. All set and ready to go.

OOC: do we wait our turns in order from the top of the list down, or do we just play simultaneously? Should I pick a map?

OOC:

Gah, I want a map now :( Can I host one? I'm happy if its hosted in another country, but I'd like a wide open space, Highland style. Sweeping hilly terrain, lots of hillocks and humps and the occasional stream, with one road running down the middle of it.

OOC: Galashiel, its me and you first match. Perhaps you want to play in the Frozopian map? Large empty hilly frozen country side, couple of villages and medieval castle to spice things up a bit. I can draw a map if you host it on a web site.

IC:

The Frozopian jet touched down, the expensive private jet designed specifically to brag about the owners wealth. Of course in this case the owner was the government: They could blow money like that when it was being used for the elite of the elite. Unfortunately it was being misused.

Lt. Conor Anderson staggered out of his seat, his head aching horribly, his eyes bleary.

Damn vodka. Went straight to my head.

Stepping over the remains of what looked like a poker match, he found the rest of the members of the Frozopian guard in a simialar state, one even running past the lieutenant towards the toilets, where Conor could now hear a distinctive wretching sound.

"UP! EVERYONE UP!" He roared, kicking several harshly in the ribs. All the men could do was groan, pleeing for mercy from their ruthless officer.

"UP!" Conor grabbed a ice bucket which had melted over night, throwing the cold bucket of water over a couple of unfortunates.

"UP!"

10 minutes later
The Frozopian guard staggered from the plane, entering the large stadium, the loud cheers piercing their heads viciously. Staring at the relatively alert competitors, Conor swore mentally. This was going to be tough.

OOC: I will talk about the warm up round later....

OOC: Its like a computer program, maps are loaded into the simulater, but if you dont want your crowd in a building that promotes Nerotika then you might want to build a stadium on Sachenn Island, Nerotika. Frozopia I think did that.

The match list is set and the games will begin once the teams have gotten situated. I`ll give one more day for arrival posts and maybe some stadium buildings.

The stadium began to crowd up as people rushed to get the best tickets and the best seats. The Nerotikan team was brought in by bus and people crowded that to just to get a touch of the soldiers or maybe a look at them with their equipment. The Nerotikan team stepped down, they had dust all over them and some of them even had traces of blood on their jackets. It looked as if they had just gotten done with an execution, or at least they beat some one in and got blood all over themselfs. This was partially true though, hey did just get done dealing with a few riots before arriving. The Nerotikan goverment did not want this tournament to let people think that the best Nerotikan Elite squad was to busy to deal with their attacks agenst the government.

"We love you...""You RULE."

Shouts from the crowd made the team members actually smile and Lt. Danes began shaking hands with the people who were throwing there arms out of the wall into the pathway. The other members rushed in and Danes soon followed then the doors shut. The men began dropping equipment into the five boxs designed for them and the equipment was scanned. The weapons and ammo packs and such were displayed on five seperate screens each with a name above them. The computer began regestering the team once they showed keycards to a scanner and then the team sat and rested.
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Visitor Halls.

People started getting everything ready for the Nikocujo Team, a man was sitting at a desk writting names into a lable maker. He then posted them on the five boxes and then on the five screens. Nikocujo was written in bold print above the visitor entrance and people started to gather to see the other team. A banner above the bold sign read WELCOME Lt. Col John Rutger, Major Jeff Walters, Captain Sean Fuller, Lieutenant Grant Phillips, Sgt. Major Mike Digman.

OOC: Whoever is after me and Nikocujo's match can choose to go to the other stadium we set up. Just kinda follow what I posted and do as my guys did.

The Galashiels team decided to finally show themselves, in the packed Frozopian stadium. Most of the team didn't know enough about Frozopia to write a High School paper on it, but they were more than ready enough to show them, their military prowess.

"Right lads, load up. I want you all to be made ready, safeties on and targets zeroed to maximum engagement range. We'll be pinning them down long before their on top of us."

"Yes Flight!" the team responded in unison. They were all looking as intimidating as could be, wearing their lightweight Kazakh-5 vests, winter scarfs and white flak helmets. Their weapons were on slings down the side of their legs, PLCE webbing making them look even bulkier. All you could see of each was a slit for their eyes. And so they made their entrance.....

They leaft the side room they were in, the Sargeant carrying a large Galashiels flag on a pole. The stadium went almost silent, at this foreign force that few people knew about, clad in white. The crowd parted, and the team made their way up to the platform in front of them. The Flight Sargeant reported to the head of the competition and saluted.

"Zulu, ready to fight." he announced
"Always ready!" yelled the team.

The Frozopian Stadium

The crowd showed little enthusiasm for the newcomers, some even booing, but most clapped politely. Among the crowd were Frozopia's richest and influent, as well as several members of the working classes enjoying their 2 week holidays in foreign waters. There were also several Nerotikan people who had purchased tickets, and of course Nerotikan vendors selling food and drinks to the peoples.

The Frozopian team were already warming up, fighting on a random map named "Tower". It would not be the map the two teams competed on: This was deliberately kept secret, so both sides would be unprepared, although they had fair warning of the climates involved.

The Frozopian team missed much of the excitement as the newcomers arrived, instead engrossed in the game as each individual fought for superiority against computer controlled militias. The team, despite their sluggish start, had successfully captured the central tower and now defended it with relative ease against the computer forces.

The Frozopian presenter stepped forwards, leading the Galashiels team to their booths, each booth held a large screen above it showing what that person would see. For now it was blank. Several other screens were in the stadium, two for the hot spots of the game, one for an overall map: The audience would be entertained.

10 men stepped forwards to help carry the teams equipment and weaponry to the scanner, where it would be scanned into the computers database: One good thing came out of this for the Frozopians: They would have 100% knowledge of other forces capabilities by the end of the tournament.

As the Galashiels team stepped into the booths, they were automatically placed in a simialar but separate team as the Frozopians, forced to fight against the computer militia's using the equipment they possessed. Inside the booths were climate imitations: The men could experience anything from harsh heats to freezing colds.

Within half an hour both teams would be forced to assault each other on the map: "The Frozen Keep".

The Galashiels men stepped into their pods, not quite knowing what to expect. What they found was an absolutely freezing container, a strange contrast to the stadium outside. All donned their Soldiers Heads Up Displays (normal goggles with HUD's, thermal imaging, Night vision, stuff like that) and braved it out.

A team plan had been discussed, and the team knew what they were doing. The crowd hadn't been too appreciative of their presence - Zulu hoped to teach them how to respect their superiors.

OOC: Your equipment would be scanned and therefore used by you in the game. So you wouldnt need to bring in goggles. Have you got an email? I will send you a simple map for you to host or just to use.

IC:
The Warm up round was over. Now both sides were thrown into the frozen country side of Frozopia, a blizzard raging throwing snow into the faces of the combatants and icily piercing the thick clothes of the contestants. Immediatly both sides triggered their thermal imaging: It did not help much.

The two teams found themselves 5 miles apart, but they did not know that. Exactly in the centre was an old medieval castle, and despite its huge size and its raised elevation upon the hill top, it was barely visible through the raging snow.

At its base was an abandonned village, old stone houses and rackety doors, a crumbling church imposing the centre of the village.

Warily the Frozopians eyed the north, knowing that their enemy lay in that direction. It was no longer a game, not in their eyes: It was war.

Trudging forwards, they would be surprised to find the audience watched with mild boredom. This part of the avent involved hiking skills, not the gun fights they were used to on TV.

OOC:

Rossmurison@hotmail.com, send away.

IC:

"Jesus H Christ its cold as ****!" exclaimed one team member. He spoke for the whole group. They found themselves in the middle of a snow covered plain, with the visibility of about 2 feet. The Sniper was struggling to see the end of his rifle.

Their small and rather undetailed map told them that there was a castle, some villages and a hell of a lot of snow. Well, that and that the enemy was 5 miles south. The plan was made within a minute, and so the team set off, towards the nearest village, in a large, spread out formation, Alpha leading and Bravo at the back. The teams sniper was freelance - he worked on his own. He set off for the castle at a light jog.

OOC: Sent.

IC: The Frozopians had progressed half a mile, before Lt. Conor called a halt:

"The snow is soft enough for our skies."
The men pushed a button in their gloves, and immediatly small skies stuck out of the teams feet. At the same time the small motors pushed them along, and the men expertly guided the skies towards their target: The castle. Soon they were travelling at 20 miles per an hour, despite the steep uphill slope. Occasionally the men had to stop and walk a section of the snow, but they made good progress upwards.....

Meanwhile, the Gala team trudged. The Sniper, codenamed Charlie, hit the edge of the forest on his way to the castle. Fantastic, he though. Dissapearing into the tree line, he tucked branches and leaves into his various elastic bands on his combat suit, merging in with the backgroud. He then moved along, slightly inside the treeline, round the side of the castle. He hoped to get a good view of its main entrance.

The rest of the team was making steady, if difficult progress through the deep snow. They were sweeping round in an arc to the right of the castle (from their point of view) to the abandoned village, just out of range of any snipers that may be nesting in the castle. Either way, there were three objectives here, and they may as well make a stronghold of one.

OOC: Unfortunately you wont be able to see the main entrance from the forrest, the only gate is in the East.

IC:
The Frozopians had luckily made it to the castle first with time for Conor to organise the troops. It was large castle, with one main gate pointing West towards the village and the road and watch towers at each corner. The two snipers were positioned, with one looking through a murder hole on the East wall and the other watching towards the West in the South West tower, towards the village. Both snipers were careful not to be spotted.

The rest of the team defending the main gate and a section in the Eastern wall that was brocken during the World War. Lt. Conor hoped to surprise the enemy: They may think that the Frozopians were still to the south: Such thinking would be costly.

There are some first round changes, I will be up agenst Xeno. I`ll need to change around my post but ya. So Xeno were going up agenst each other in my field.

The stadium began to crowd up as people rushed to get the best tickets and the best seats. The Nerotikan team was brought in by bus and people crowded that to just to get a touch of the soldiers or maybe a look at them with their equipment. The Nerotikan team stepped down, they wore civilian cloths right now but by the size of the bags they carried it was easy to tell that the body armor was packed tightly inside. Guns were shouldered and everything else except holstered pistols were inside of the military backpacks they had hanging low on their backs. The team had a rugged face on and a bit of anger in their eyes. They were ready for this match.

Shouts from the crowd made the team members actually smile and Lt. Danes began shaking hands with the people who were throwing there arms out of the wall into the pathway. The other members rushed in and Danes soon followed then the doors shut. The men began dropping equipment into the five boxs designed for them and the equipment was scanned. The weapons and ammo packs and such were displayed on five seperate screens each with a name above them. The computer began regestering the team once they showed keycards to a scanner and then the team sat and rested.

OOC: If Nikocujo decides to show himself I wish him to know that he is being bumped to the second roundor he may be up agenst one of the people waiting to join.

And Xeno here's the map http://www.geocities.com/TheTropics/Shores/3591/maps/stripmap.jpg
The setting it in place between ceasares palace and Bellagio, Barbary Coast and the Flamingo. Ceasars Palace has been hit by a plane. The bellagio is collapesed in from artillary fire. The barbary was also hit by artillary in the front entrance and the Flamingo is perfectly fine. (Yeah its las vegas ^.^) You can place the cars were they might be convenient for you, ruble also crowds the streets.
Also if you want layouts I can get them for you to, just ask me.

The Sniper found a spot in the forest overlooking the castle, in a natural pothole under a bush. He was unlikely to be seen there, especially while he was wearing half a bush on his combats. Unfortunately, it didn't provide him a view of the castles entrance. However, he had a good view of the ramparts and towers, and everything else.

He activated his Thermal sight, and gazed through it at the castle intricate, if slightly damaged architecture. He could see the outline of the castle and various bits and pieces, and several faded orange blobs. Far too faded to identify as people, but if they moved, he'd notice.

Bravo and Alpha, meawhile, were sweeping round, about a mile away from the castle, to the back side of the village. Once they had it in sight, they moved cautiously for another hundred or so metres.

There, Bravo dug massive holes in the snow, about waist deep, where they snuggled into and set up their weapons trained on the church and surrounding buildings. Alpha began the descent into the village, still out of range of the castle, but still in an area of unknown danger.

"Flight, what's the plan anyway?" buzzed Watt over the radio, with a crackled signal.
"Take and hold the village." replied Watson, his voice quiet in the ferocious wind.
"But where will the enemies be?"
"You expect me to know? If anywhere, they will be to the south or near the castle. We'll get our asses in a building and take a gander at the area."
"Ok....."

I'm out. I'm gone for a couple of weeks starting tomorrow. I'm heading to Ft Bragg. My cousin is graduationg as a green Beret. BEsides i got baseball tourneys and a youth Golf Championship. C ya.

The stadium's crowd was on their feet for the Frenzian team.The team had passed their equipment and weapons throught the scanner,and hopped in the pods.They were ready.

At the same time the Frozopian sniper was watching the men enter the village through his long range thermal binoculars. In the distance they appeared as red blobs, and with the blizzard beginning to slow down the image became slightly sharper.

"Sir, enemy spotted in the village." The sniper transmitted the message.
"Acknowlged. Report anything that happens." Replied Lt. Conor.
"Yes sir."

At the same time Conor and two others were setting up booby traps in the main entrance: Detectors were placed on the sidewall: These detected motion, but also the chips on Frozopian combat armour. If the first was detected, but not the latter, they would trigger several small explosives and flashbangs placed in the wall.

OOC: Post more later, gotta go.

"Crap, weathers beginnign to clear. That's our cover gone. Sargeant,g et up that clock tower, see what's up and down." orders Watson.
"Flight" replies the Sargeant, tapping his helmet.

They run across the deserted street to the edge of the church, round to the side door. Watson takes cover behind a wall facing down the road, while Watt kicks the crap out the door and enters, LSW raised. He sweeps the main hall, which is scarily deserted. Theres something particularly disconcerting about a deserted church, he muses.

He quickly darts up the stairs to the church tower, keeping his head down. From his webbing puch he produces a large IR/Night Sight, and takes the SUSAT off his LSW, replacing it with the IR sight, all the while keeping low below the opening. Slowly, he peers through the sight and moves his head up to get a view of the castle. he's far out of range, but it pays to be cautious.

"Bravo, get your asses down here" radios the Flight. About 300m, Corporal Bain feels a sly grin slide across his face, as the flops out his snow hole and pegs it to the village. Perhaps this tactic will fool them into thinking the whole team is in the village - there are enough snow tracks and IR signatures for ten people, anyway.

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The Sniper in the forest is meanwhile enjoying the new change in weather. It is almost sunny on his side of the castle, but still overcast, which is perfect conditions for his IR sight. He checks out the castle in detail, and notices some heavy activity on the East side, facing him. Also, he notices some distinct figures inside the castle.

"Alpha Bravo, this is Charlie, enemies in the castle, looks like their whole squad. They sure can't see me, but theres quite a few of them."

"We need positions for an AT strike."

"The South West Tower seems to be occupied by one member of OPFOR."

"Yeah, cheers, we'll take note of that."

The New Felucan fireteam had already been scanned in and stood like silent, black-clad executioners in the face of a decidedly homecrowd bias.

The Felucans had no supports here, but back home no doubt people would be tuning into their televisions to observe the wargame with a critical eye. They expected their representitives to aquit themselves properly, but the Nerotikans had all of the advantages as far as terrain was concerned.

The stood waiting for the simulation to begin, the blank black visors of their helmets displaying nothing of emotion.

The Nerotikans got into the pods and prepared the go into the field. The pods whirled out a strange noise then the Nerotikan team poped up on the screen. In front of them were the equipment of which they picked up and got prepared to go to combat. Outside the simulation the crowd was cheering as the other pods whirled out the noise and the Felucan team was transported into the simulation.

The Nerotikans sat and waited and the timer sprung and the game began. The team now took no time getting out of there and setting up recon, they had figured they were on the streets, lower section of the blocks. The ruble was piled high and a rusted out bured car sat in the street. The team got to the car and Danes flipped out the bi-pod on his gun and set it onto the car. He left the gun sitting on the car and was given one of the secondary weapons from one of the Sgt.'s. He loaded the PP-2000 and the team went into a nearby building. The left hand side building on the lower street. Sgt. Kulstrat fixed a scope to his SCAR and made his way to the corner part of the building overlooking the center square. He was followed by Hurandas and the two of them set up a small recon position. Danes stayed near his fixed XM8 on the car and stayed on the ground floor as he began kicking over a few poker tables to use as a wall for cover. The other two stayed outside the from enterance and sat on their knees as they scanned the area with their scoped weapons. They both flipped the guns to single shot mode for better accuracy.

The Felucans 'arrived' in the shadow of a large building. They immedietly scanned the area, then unpacked camo kits, slipping the grey and black urban camo patches on over their armor, then strapping on their web equipment. A quick survey of the scene revealed that the building stood between themselves and the enemy, with a pond and some trees across the street. No doubt, the enemy would take cover.

Private Rome moved to the street-side corner of the building and took a brief peek around the corner, seeing only empty street and broken vehicles. With cover from the squad's rifleman, Wise, Rome strung up a claymore to cover the corner of the building and thus prevent flanking.

Meanwhile, Captain Masterson was moving to the other corner. He also took a brief peek around the corner, scanning the buildings across the street for any signs of disturbance.

Oust and Jones stood nearby, scanning different directions of the flat, brown terrain and seeing nothing. The enemy would be within the city somewhere, but training told them to always be aware of the surroundings.

The team moved again loading themselfs infront of the building, they began moving two poker tables out of the casino and into the streets, this would give them a perfect distraction. Danes ordered Kustivotz to reposition the mock MG ontop of the tables. He did so and held position as Danes located Hurandas scoping out the enemy. The team held spread out like this and planned to do so for two minutes or until enemy confermation was detected.

OOC: Kinda a secrect IC in OOC mode but just so your not confused reading this my guys are at the Barbary, the purple building to the right of the square. I realized my post didn`t go into enough detail so you can make that out.

OOC: Oh dear. I made a mistake didnt I? Crap. The gate is in the west, thats why you cant see it from the forrest, because its supposed to face the village........Sorry about that. Just a question, but can your sights really see through thick stone walls?

IC:
The traps were laid, the only weak section in the defences the crack in the Eastern wall. Conor was distrustful of that entrance, with the forrest hiding any force so for now it would be better to pull his troops towards the crack. 3 men would defend there, and with a sniper facing either side of the wall Conor was confident that the enemy would find the defences impenetratable.

Jones had his laptop out, a line running from it into one of his helmet jacks. The Felucans were sitting again silent and unmoving, just listening. Finally, Jones nodded. "Yes sir, definate movement to the south-east. I heard a door open and close, and some shuffling."

The fireteam stood and began to advance, moving through the Ceaser's Palace grounds, occasionally peeking out a broken window towards the eastern side of Las Vegas Bvd.

There. Tables laying on their sides out in the street. Rome laid down in a doorway, shielded from the buildings but able to see the tables, his SAW set up on its bipod and peering through the iron sights, watching the tables closely. Wood, maybe a thin layer of metal. It wouldn't stop a SAW round.

Meanwhile, Masterson unhooked a standard issue smoke grenade from his web belt and tossed it into the street at the corner of Flamingo and Las Vegas Bvd.

The smoke quickly enveloped the street.

OOC: Unless anyone shouts at me:
IC: Arriving late, not something they were accustomed to, the Incognitian team were dressed in standard issue battledress, carrying their body armour, weaponry et al with no apparent effort. They had added, as is often the way with Special Forces, one or two extra bits of kit to the standard weapons load-out (will post those when I get time. Got to dash now, just reassuring you I'm actually taking part :D)

OOC:

Not accurately, but it's stuff like murder holes and cracks in the wall that allow IR signatures to escape - so you could see a small IR dot at a murder hole and know someone was there, but not anything other than that.

And tower's generally have quite a few holes in them, which would give away that guy.

IC:

"Alpha Bravo, this is Charlie. A few more dots through the sight, they weren't there before. Movement, I'm guessing." messaged the Swan through the Sniper Scope.

"Bravo Charlie, this is Alpha, we are getting the same idea - a couple of signatures are gone from our screen. They guy in the tower is still there I think - wouldn't hurt to nail it anyway." replied Bain, peering through his LSW.

"Roger that, I'll keep you covered from people flanking you from the south." replied Swan.

"Ok Fraser, you get your ass out there until you can get a shot at the castle tower with the AT, we'll cover you. I'm gonna lob some smoke, so you use your IR site. Go!" messaged the Flight.

From his M203 he fired out one smoke grenade, then another slightly further over, clouding the vision. At this point Watt legged it out into the snow dunes, looking for a point from which he could fire.

In a stroke of hopeful skill, the Flight then fired a Flare directly up in the air behind him, so it was impossible to see via IR sight, lest you be blinded.

Watt took a knee and aimed.

The Frozopian sniper swore, jerking back from the sudden flash that was magnified through the IR blindingly, diving to the ground. When a sniper was stunned, it was always a good idea to get cover, and this is exactly what the sniper in the tower did. But it mattered little. The fire power of the opponent struck the far wall, exploding and tearing apart the tower. The remains of the company only heard static through the radio, as their team mate was eliminated from the game.

GAME OVER
Flashed above his booth, and the man stepped out to the politely applauding audience: He had been outgunned, and his disapointment was on his face.

"No confermation sir." The minutes passed slowly and Danes began to wonder if they should move.

"Kustivotz, anything going on out there." Danes wispered into his microphone.

"Request radio silence sir." Kustivotz responded.

Kustivotz was eyeing the Ceaser for awhile now, he thought he saw movment and was now sure they were in there.

"Danes, check the ceaser, I think I saw somthing." He said a slight bit louder then a wisper.

The three men in the corner of the building began scanning the palace grounds and begin to spot traces of somekind of movments. A little bit of rubble had been displaced and occacianally they would spot slight traces of footprints. Danes orderd Kustivotzs to pull out from his position and join up with the group.

OOC:

It's an AT rocket launcher, its designed to knock out tanks, so technically its not a bullet, its a 105mm rocket. I probably didn't make that clear, sorry! Unless it's a big tower (which it might be, I dunno :P ) the tower would be totally destroyed.

Depends on where your sniper was in the tower. If he was near the door, he coulda run for it when he saw the Flare and Smoke 'nades. Anywhere else, like in a prone or crouched position near the window, and he'd be lucky to get away.

IC:

The flair hung in middair until Watt packed away the rocket launcher and got up to dart back to cover, before burning out. However, there were still massive plumes of smoke.

The two Machine Gunners, one with an M-60 and the other with an LSW both opened fire on the orange spots through their IR sights to provide a bit of covering fire, and just the castle in general. Watt danced over walls and fences back to the village as fast as he could possibly move.

After ceasing fire, the gunners would move instantly to alternate firing positions, as not to leave themselves open to counter fire.

After waiting for a moment for the smoke to spread, the Felucans tossed another standard smoke grenade into the street. The heat of the smoke would prevent thermal imaging as the fireteam dashed across the street, past Burbon Street and onto the Bally's property. Taking cover under the overhanging parking area infront of the building.

Shouldering their way through the glass doors, the team emerged into the lobby and scanned the stairwells. Jones whispered over the helmet radios, "That big building next door is where we were getting the movement from."

OOC:
Are missile type weapons allowed in this RP? I guess so. I will change that.

IC:
The Frozopians were now 4, and wary to let the enemy know their position. Staying hidden at the far end of the entrance way, they had plenty of cover and the enemy had no chance of hitting them with such innacurate covering fire.

Meanwhile the sniper was crawling along the roof, now wary of the enemy capabilities. The tower had turned into a death trap rather than a means of defence: This sniper wouldnt make that mistake.

OOC: Field Manuel for M136 AT4 and M72 LAW (http://www.globalsecurity.org/military/library/policy/army/fm/23-25/index.html)
read section on firing upon bunkers or structures.

The Nakanaorian Spec Ops team readied their equipment and placed them in the scanner.

7587703 looked up at the moniter. "Look at that, the Frozopians already lost a man."
10124910 replied, "That doesn't seem possible, an AT round blowing up an entire tower? What do you make of that 01?"
"Errr... that's pretty powerful for a mere AT."
"Yeah, did we bring any rocket launchers?"
"Umm... no. We didn't know it was allowed."
"O well."

1001211201 asked, "Why is there only one guy on their Charlie Team?"
The rest of the team shrugged and took their seats in the audience.

OOC:

Ok, sorry about the AT rocket. So we are agreed that I can only see certain things (for the spirit of the game)? Also, has the castle got a roof?

Check out the OOC thread by the way - I make my say there. I'm going to try a more direct method, anyway.

IC:

It was a period of indecision. Sit and wait for the enemy team to come to them, or go for another attack.

"Net this is Alpha, we're gonna go for another attack. Looks like our AT's cant penetrate walls, so until we get inside it's gonna be useless. That was a one off. So what we're gonan do - Bravo, create covering fire. Charlie, make sure we aren't flanked. Hicks, your coming with me up to the wall of the tower. Take positions guys!"

So that was their new plan. Bravo moved into positions of slightly less cover, but where they could get a better shot. Charlie stayed where he was, hidden by a snow bank and a bush. Alpha tightened their equipment and grabbed what they would need -

The carrying handle of their weapons, and two 1 kilo bars of C4.

OOC: Im going to make a quick change. The Castle has a roof, like any castle I guess, but the top of the walls consist of battlements and towers.

IC:
Suddenly the screen above the booth flashed showing an error sign.
It seemed the in game computer database had mistaken the AT weapon for more powerful missile system. The Frozopian stepped back in the booth, as the Frozopian crowd roared:
Immediatly the tower reconstructed itself, with the man inside.

Meanwhile the other sniper was crawling along the battlements. There was nothing he could do facing the East: You could hide an army in that forrest. Instead he would defend the Western wall, which for a moment the team thought had been left undefended. Luckily that had been a flaw in the game: Hopefully this luck would last.
The snow was surprisingly thick on the battlements and crawling along was tiresome, but its what Frozopians were used to. Quickly he transversed the walkways, trying to find a spot from which to sniper from.

OOC:

Ok, that was pretty nifty. However, I'm not wrong damnit :( The tower would have been destroyed! It doesn't matter though, leave it if it's a problem. I'll find another way.

IC:

"Go!"

Bravo's M-60 gunner pounded the battlements with bullets while the L1 rifleman took more accurate shots at towers and anything that looked like a murder hole or snipers position.

Meanwhile, the two men of Alpha team ran as fast as they possibly could to the castle, zig zagging and getting in behind banks of snow as often as possible.

Charlie, meanwhile, decided to do something risky. He covered himself in snow to lessen his IR signature, and started the crawl out towards the castle. Hopefully, no-one could see him - it would be pretty hard to spot him anyway.

With one sniper firing at a long stretch of castle, both snipers were confident they could fire safely upon the enemy. Both men shouldered their sniper rifles, throwing caution to the wind. Sgt Elliot ignored the terribly innacurate machine gun fire pour along the wall beneath his position, instead swinging his aim at the gunner untill the man was in his sight. Elliot squeezed the trigger.

Meanwhile Sniper Private James aimed for the lead runner, firing off one accurate shot at the runners neck and upper boody before the (L1=At bullets right?) the AT bullet tore through his brain, and the man who had died by error before now died by marksmanship. Once again Game over flashed above his screen, this time to the roar of the audience.

OOC:

The L1 is a rifle, but that's cool :P The Rocket is called the RPG-29, for reference.

I'm guessing you fired at the M-60 gunner and one of the men who were running?

IC:

Game Over

One minute Hicks was running with all his might, LSW in one hand, C4 in the other. The next he was watching an animation of himself falling with a massive hole in his chest and his head held on by a strip of skin on his now non existant neck. He exited the cubicle, and saluted across the room to the man that had shot him, Private James. The crowd was roaring.

M-60 gunner, Bain, felt a jolt in his leg, shoulder, and then numbness. He had been shot. 'Damn, this game is good' he thought. Then, he figured out the couldn't work his right hand, his shooting hand. He yelled and rolled to cover behind a building, leaving his M-60 in the open. There was no way he could shoot that now. Dazed and confused, he propped himself up against a building and struggled for his first aid pack.

Watson, now the only remaining runner, ran into the castle wall and crouched. He pulled detonators out from his pockets and stabbed them into the C4. One bar was buried under a foot of light snow at one end of the wall, while another was hidden behind a brick on the other end. He then dived into a foxhole, surrounded by thick, padded snow about 15m away from the castle. He'd need all the protection he could get.

Watt saw the flash of the Sniper Rifle, then heard the yell of Bain from the other side of the building. He had just killed one sniper, and now he was gong for the second. He put his sight on the Snipers position, and fired.

One shot.
Two shots.
*Click* - empty mag.

His eyes widened in shock and surprise, and he rolled behind the building to change mags, cursing his 20 round mag. He better get ready to join the Flight Sargeant.

On the other side of the castle, the Charlie sniper had crawled out, and come across some Ski trails. So that's how they got to the castle so fast. Along with the Ski trails there was some nice cover behind some rocks, facing the south of the castle. He set up shop there, and scanned with infrared, looking for foxholes. At this range, they should be pretty obvious.

James copied the salute before joining a private box behind the audience to watch the rest of the match. Died twice in 2 minutes, I will never hear the end of this. He thought.

Warned by the death of his partner, Elliot was ducked behind his vantage poin as two bullets hammered into the far wall, followed by an eery silence. Elliot knew not that it was his opponent reloading, it sounded more like a trap. Walking down a few corridors, the last Frozopian sniper message what he thought he had observed to the rest of the team.

Conor and William shared a glance. It seemed the enemy had made a dash for the West wall rather than walk through the obvious entrance. The question was why, but that was obvious too both men. They were going to try blow a hole in the wall, desperate measures and all that. For now the Conor would finish the trap they were laying, and the two others would move to where Elliot had reported the man was running too.....

Bain stuffed gauze into his massive shoulder wound and cursed fluently in three different languages, wishing to hell he'd joined the Air Force. Next he'd shove on a bandage, then god knows what he'd do. Probably become a distraction, knowing Watson.

Watt finished reloading, before forming a plan. He swung the RPG-29 launcher from his back, and loaded an HE warhead into the launcher (that means no wall penetration, but it will destroy stuff....and people....with ease. SO if it doesnt go through walls, it will blow it up). He then swung it back onto his back and ran to the south side of the village, hoping to leg it to a point where he had a view of the castle.

Waston grinned as he pushed the detonator button. He had packed enough C4 to blow down a block of flats against the castle, and took pleasure in seeing it go. With a thunderous explosion that could probably be heard in Galashiels, the C4 blasted out the bottom of the castle, hopfully bringing down the wall and all above it. At least, it would make some nice big holes in the wall.

The sniper, meanwhile, was on the move again. Now moving up the path to the entrance, he could finally see inside the castle, and was hidden nicely in some undergrowth, which he used to stuff in his combat suits bands again.

OOC: What is the inside of the castle like? Please tell me its simple :P

"Fuck, smoke. Danes, should we hold position still."
"Yeah, stay down too. They could easly thermal scan this place and see your signiture through the window." Danes stood up and took a quick look out the window toward Bourbon street. Nothing out of the ordinary cept for the smoke. He would have checked with a thermal scanner but knew it was pointless.

"They could be anywhere. Hurandas take Kulstrat and check the doors. Use urban tactics. Just imagine were back in Lesser Land."
"Roger that sir." Hurandas followed the orders and left the room as quietly as possible. There was a slight noise from the door opening but he left it open so the sound of it shutting wouldn`t give off the position. Kulstrat held his gun up to 'action form' and squinted threw the scope as Hurandas checked out a busted window next to the doors. He held his XM-8 out the door and fliped down the screen on his helmut and scanned the area. He pulled the gun back in finding nothing out there and then backed up and held position in the main hallway of the building.

The Felucan team climbed upwards through the inner stairwell to the upper floors. They slowly penetrated a few floors from the top and took a look around.

Private Oust went to his belly and entered one of the hotel's rooms, approaching one of the windows cautiously. He didn't look out, rather just waited with his back to the thick wall.

Rome was still downstairs rigging up a claymore to cover the main entrance, running a length of fishing line to the door's handle.

Masterson and Jones were crouched at the entrance to the stairs with Wise nearby covering Oust's position. Masterson and Jones were examining Jones' laptop, trying to decide where to deploy some small listening microphones.

OOC: I wish. A network of corridors, tunnels, just make it up as you go along. But for the moment you find yourself in a courtyard, stretching from the southern to the northern wall.

IC: The Castle shook with the explosion, causing the group of Frozopians to stop what they were doing.
"It blew."
"Lets move."
"Yes sir." The two men ran onwards, following the route they took to the far wall untill they reached a wall that had been smashed open by the explosion. Behind it the frozen courtyard was in ruins, shrapnel from the walls everywhere. Taking a step back, the two men hid in the ruins of the castle, listening carefully for any movement in the courtyard. Meanwhile the Frozopian sniper had crawled further along the battlements, pushing his rifle so that he had a perfect view on the breach into the courtyard, while remaining invisible to an opponent trying to enter the courtyard till they were actually within....

"Charlie this is Bravo One, I'm moving towards the second hole, can you see me?" asked Watt, who had circled round the castle and was moving up to the entrance.

"Bravo One, yeh, I was hoping that was you. I can't see crap inside, it looks like a courtyard. Might be a trap."

"Net, this is Alpha. Charlie, move position round to the village, and keep your eyes on those battlements, with IR. Anything moves, blast it, 'cos it isn't us. Bravo, on two, lob in some grenades. I don't care what type. Then, I'll move in, and you move too. Bravo Two, you go with him."

At that, Watson moved out of his hole in the snow, along the shattered wall, up to the massive gaping wall. He pulled a FRAG grenade, an HE grenade and a Flashbang off his combat belt, and held them with his fingers. Watt did the same outside at the walls other hole. Bain, with one working arm, joined him holding his pistol.

The Sniper had moved from his position and legged it round to the chruch tower, took a spot half way up and searched the battlements.

"One!"
"Two!"
"Three!"

Six grenades of various types sailed into the courtyard, behind the debris and into all corners of it. The men braced for the impact of each, and readied their weapons.

IC:
The Frozopian sniper silently rolled to the side, temporarily blinded with the explosion still ringing in his ears. It seemed for the next 5 minutes he would be out of action, but he had a good memory and rolled into a safe niche of the wall top. Due to the distance from the flashes, the sniper was confident it would pass, and was meticulous enough to bring his rifle with him.

Within the interior of the building the 2 Frozopians heard the explosion, but from their position they did not see the flare of the flashbangs. Patiently they awaited their foe.....

Meanwhile Conor heard the explosions ring through the Eastern corridor, the corridor that lead to the old hole in the wall. It seemed the enemy were trying a new path. Well Conor was ready, and so were the few traps that were laid. Hopefully none would be disturbed by the explosions...

OOC:

The holes in the wall are on the East side of the castle. Don't they lead into the Courtyard? Otherwise, where do they lead? Because they are on the opposite side from the traps on the east side, and are nowhere near the main entrance.

OOC: Wait you blew up the East side? I thought you blew up the West side? The West side has the main entrance, the East side has a hole that was made from some old siege weapon (e.g. out of this RP). The main entrance has traps, and the Eastern hole has a few. The courtyard is next to the main entrance, but if it turns out that you blew open the East side, to make things easiers lets just say the courtyard is there.

So your saying you blew up another hole in the East then? Just confirm that and I will be able to clarify things.

OOC:

Why the hell do I keep screwing up?! I'm such an idiot.....

I wanted to blow up a side of the castle that didn't have an entrance or a crack, so how about the south side? That would make things much easier, and we could just leave the gusy where they are, just rotate them around by 90 degrees?

So my guys would be on the south, my sniper in the western village facing the entrance, your Sniper on the north wall, Conor by the Eastern crack, and your other two guys in the courtyard?

OOC: Its fair to say we both have made a load of clumsy errors in this RP. But this works out ok. Lets assume you blow up the Western side of the Southern wall? This means you still enter the courtyard.

One thing though. My two guys arent in the courtyard, they are in the building facing the courtyard (e.g. once your men enter threw the south, its to their right). Other than that fine.

The three men moved in the blast hole, into the large courtyard. They moved cautiously, using Urban tactics, until they were on the corner of the courtyard. At this point, the Flight Sargeant stopped at the corner of the wall, took off his helmet, and held it.

He edged it over and over, until it was just peeping round the side, but still an obvious target. One armed Bain stood behind him, his pistol raised.

Watt was at the rear of the column, and was scanning the battlements and wall up ahead. They would make a perfect spot for a sniper on the main entrance and the breach in the wall, which he was trained to spot. If the Sniper did show himself, he would invite a 7.62mm AP bullet to the head.

OOC:

Also, the rocket launcher does now have the capability to blow him up, so thats that.

OOC: Rocket launcher? What rocket launcher? Huh!? Blow who up? By the way as your men enter from the south, and the building looks onto the yard from the west, doesnt that put them in plain view from the moment they enter the hole in the wall?

OOC:

Sorry, forget the Rocket Launcher bit. I had posted earlier, but then edited the post to change my move. Forgot to delete some....

Wait, I thought the building faced the main entrance? Which would put it at the east side of the courtyard. That's the only reason I agreed to blow up the west side of the south wall....

OOC: Sorry about making my post so far from each other, My comp is still in repair and im using a school one to get the posts in. Im going to have to make my psot long so if you can Xeno make yours long as well so we can cover time.

Hurandas backed from the main entrance and walked with Kulstrat behind him toward the hallway that connected the Ballys and the Barbary, Kulstrat took a quick peek into the broken window of the left door, the right door hung by one hinge that was rusting. Kulstrat pulled his head back and flipped out a smoke grenade, he tossed it into the room and waited for the smoke to fill up the room.

Hurandas entered first pushing the left door open slowly with only a few creeks from the hinges. He went into the hallway which was a bit distroyed and had piles of ruble laying all about. Hurandas fliped out the bipod from his XM-8 and fell to the ground. He fixed the gun into its MG option and stuck into the ammo slot a round of ammo in an ammo drum. He lay in position as Kulstrat moved ruble to areas that would both conceal position and look natural.

Danes, Pullotics and Kustivotz followed a little while after behind Hurandas and Kulstrat, they entered the hallway and were greeted with a cuthroat signal meaning radio silence. They each nodded in unisen and moved into position. The three man team exited the hallway through a large hole in the wall of the hallway, they needed to climb some ruble and made a landing noise when they fell to the ground. The team left Hurandas and Kulstrat behind as they moved to an exit door on the side of the Ballys. The team strung up a Claymor as they have already noticed the enemy doing in two placed on the streets. The team proceded toward another exit near the back of the building. The team pulled out a small kit and opened it, pulling out a peice of thin metal that they put into the keyhole of the door. They picked to lock and opened the door entering with guns raised.

Kulstrat had positioned himself proned and had his old 1940's M1 Garand in his hand. The rifle was loaded with one of the two clips he brought of the gun and it also had a modern scope attached to it. The rifle looked slightly funny due to the combination of pre-modern and modern technology. Kulstrat had given his FN SCAR to Hurandas who had positioned it with the grenade launcher part facing the door, he had measured out the distance and waited with one hand on the guns trigger the other on the trigger of his XM-8 MG.

The clank and hiss of a smoke grenade isn't very quiet. The Felucans turned their heads as one towards the sound from below. It would seem they were trapped in the upper levels of the building now, with the enemy on the ground level.

But what to do?

Rome had a wicked idea, and behind his visor grinned viciously as he relayed it to Captain Masterson.

Jones and Wise spread out on the 7th floor of the buildings, each one covering a set of stairs. Mainly listening for advances, watching the doors closely.

Meanwhile, Oust and Masterson were covering the bank of elevator doors in the hallway beside the central set of stairs.

Rome hit the button for the elevator, and waited as it came down and the doors popped open. He quickly rigged a claymore inside, facing the elevator doors. Next, he placed a mini-cam, also facing the doors. He programmed it to his detonator, then hit the #1 button on the inside. He stepped outside and let the elevator close. It began to descend down to the 1st floor.

Rome crouched down next to Jones' laptop and watched the feed from the mini-cam, noting as the numbers above the door ticked down. 6.. 5.. 4.. 3.. 2.. 1.. and stopped on the 1st floor.

(OOC: Basicly, they fully expect the enemy to hose down the elevator with gunfire, and then check inside. Whenever the Nerotikans open the door, Rome'll trigger the claymore. >^.^<)

OOC: Yes, but look:


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This is the South Western corner of the castle, where G is gate.

The building still has the breach in its line of sight, pretty much all along the Southern wall.

OOC:

In that case, my 3 guys are stacked up along the wall next to the breach, Watson first, Watt second, Bain last.

He can still do the helmet trick round the corner. So we all sorted then?

The ding from the elevator was unmistakable and the three man team led by Danes moved in to investigate. Kustivotz and Pullotics stood behind Danes as the elevator come to a stop and opened up. Kustivotz and Pullotics knelt down behind seprate benches in the hallway. Danes held out an HE grenade and pulled the pin once the doors moved. The grenade plopped into the elevator and sat for a second. Danes backed up and joined Kustivotz as the grenade exploded.

Danes stood and look at the elevator with his gun raised, he walked slowly toward the now distroyed elevator and stuck his head inside. He notices a small black object that he supposes is or well was a camera. Danes looked around and noticed several BB holes in the wall of the elevator and realized that a claymor had been placed in the elevator.

"They should really know better then to try to pull that trick on us, well now we know that they are on level 7. So I suppose we will take the stairs."

"Roger that sir."

The team moved toward the stairs and proceded toward the seventh floor, they stoped at the sixth floor and waited as Danes held his hand up to signal. They held position and stayed waiting for the enemy to come down for them.

Jones gestured. They were coming up his set of stairs. The door was propped open, but they didn't look. They could hear the enemy's footsteps on the stairs coming closer and closer. But then they just .. stopped, somewhere close by?

Masterson waved Oust forward. Oust immedietly plucked a grenade from his vest, pulled the pin and let the clip go. It made a soft clinking sound, and began to smoke. 1 .. 2.. and he tossed it over the side of the stairs, where it would explode two seconds later.

Wise and Rome each tossed a flashbang over the side, and they went off with double pops, blinding light and loud explosions made worse by the fact that they're in such close confines.

Rome rushed forward even as some white smoke rose past the 7th floor landing, aimed his M100 SAW over the edge of the rails and cut loose with a long, rattling burst that sprayed rounds below.

Wise ran back to the other stairwell on the opposite end of the hallway and covered it just in case.

"To the wall get on that damn wall."

The group tightend agenst the wall as an explosion sent shrapnel peices agenst the wall only one stair flight below them. Kustivotz reached for the sixth floor door and opened it. Danes rushed to Pullotics who had been hit, and now lay on the ground. A stray bullet had tinged off of a railing and stuck into the upper right chest of Pullotics, Danes left him there and rushed, feeling his way, into the open doorway. The team was now blinded, Danes and Kustivotz had begun to looked away but the shriek of Pullotics turned their heads. The three of them moved into the sixth floor room and left the door open. Danes pulled out a peice of string and tied it to the pin of an HE grenade. He tied the other peice to a splinterd out part of the door (The thing that goes around the door...for some reason I can't remember what its called...sad I know) he then tighted the string to the point of almost pulling the pin and stuck the grenade behind the door.

"Alright looks like were stuck here. I`ll look for a way up other then these strairs, Kustivotz wait behind this desk, if the grenade goes off, spray the doorway."

Hurandas and Kulstrat heard the noises and held position, they knew if somthing went down the enemy, if they killed their comrads, would come to find the others. Kulstrat stood and began to build a better defensive position, and now it reconizable to be a nest. Hurandas picked up the MG and stuck the barrel out of a small hole in the wall. He peered through another hole a little higher and now had the perfect position to firing down the hallway without taking many hits, or none at all. Kulstrat, now kneeling, still had his sniper varient of the M1 Garand and was scanning, through a hole in the ceiling, the windows of the Ballys building.

Pullotics's pod opened up and the man steped out. He was obviously filled with anger and as he looked up to see the monitors he was struck with a bit a horror as he noticed his body laying, now on the ground, bloody and lifeless. Another bullet had ricoched off the railing and hit him again causing the fatal blow, and now he looked at the enemy monitors to see who shot him. After this he turned to the crowd who was so interested in the match they seemed to almost ignor him till he took his seat, whichtime people applauded him and shook his hands.

OOC:
Ok.

IC:
The 2 Frozopian men were patiently awaiting their foe, taking turns to watch the courtyard so if another flashbang was thrown in, at least one of the men would still be able to fight. It was William's turn to watch when the helmet was held out, and he wasn't the slightest bit fooled. Anyone who had ever watched a war movie would recognise the trick, and William was no different. Instead he grabbed his team mate, and both of them prepared the grenades attached to their assault rifle, before taking steady aim at the helmet. William was confident that the men holding the stick would be within the grenades blast radius.

Both men carefully worked out the trajectory, and fired.....

Of course, the one that had shot the man was Rome. A big, bulky tiger anthro (Distinguishable as such only by the orange and black striped tail poking out of his trousers seat) who still hefted his M100 (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=10216659&postcount=28), the barrel tilted down towards the lower floors and spraying. After a few more seconds, screaming and then the sound of the 6th floor door slamming announced that the enemy had cleared the stairs. Rome crouched down and began to buckle into place another 100 round ammunition pouch on his weapon.

Unfortunetly for the enemy sniper, all of the action was occuring on the interior of the building so far.

Jones and Wise ventured onto the 7th floor landing with Rome. They didn't look over the side, least someone be waiting down there. So, they tossed another flashbang down, then looked. No one there, just a closed door. The door was probably locked, though.

The fireteam looked at each other for a minute, then Wise unslung his AT1 Anti-Tank Weapon (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=10216659&postcount=28) and quickly flipped through the small instruction booklet. "Sir, says here the minimum arming range is 30 meters. It won't arm."

Captain Masterson nodded his approval, then unclipped a grenade from his vest. Jones did the same, and Oust handled a flash-bang. Wise crouched down behind the railing, took aim.. then fired. The landing filled with smoke momentarily, and with a shriek/roar, the round blasted through the door, ripping it apart.

A half second later, 2 fragmentation grenades and a flashbang were tossed through the door.

Rome dropped another flashbang down the stairwell, incase anyone was trying to sneak up from below. Rome would then charge down, past the splintered 6th floor door, and down to the 5th floor landing.

The team stacked behind the wall heard the thump of the grenade launcher and jumped back, but the man holding the helmet was at a slight disadvantage.

The grenades exploded at his feet and he was sent flying backwards, obviously dead. The other two men were just out of lethal distance, but were showered with mud and stones for their effort.

Game Over

Watson stepepd out of his pod, obviously gutted, and leaving the team with two and a half men...He took a seat and watched the action.

"Yo, Bain, I think we can assume they are in that building then...." says Watt to the man on the ground next to him.
"Idea. I'll toss a flashbang, you get your RPG ready...."
"Ok, it should work this time."

He then pressed the switch on his rifle for the radio.

"Charlie, this is Bravo, we just lost Alpha. Can you grab the MG and bring it up here?"
"Roger that, I'll be in a minute." replied the Sniper, leaving his position in the church tower to go and pick up Bains fropepd M-60.

Meanwhile, back at the tower, Bain used his one remaining hand to grab a Flashbang off his belt.

"Three....Two....One....THROW!"

He lobbed the flashbang into the coutryard, where it went off with a startling pop. Watt then ran out, RPG-29 shouldered, aimed it while standing at the building over the gate where the grenade came from, and fired, before scrambling back to cover. The HE warhead screamed away from the Launcher, before hopefully disintergrating the building....

"Nothing at the windows...we should go up there."

Hurandas nodded in agreement and Kulstrat stood up and was handed his FN SCAR rifle. He steped over the ruble and foward toward the doors that would open up to the Bally's elevator and stairs hallway. Hurandas had yet to replace the MG mode of his XM-8 and just kept the MG ammo drum in the slot, an AR at this point would be useless if they needed cover fire at any time. Kulstrat opened the stairway door to here an explosion and then the thumping of feet running down the stairs then stop.

"I heard danes say somthing about 7th floor. I heard someone going toward us, they could be on the 4th through the 6th."

"Radio Danes and see whats up."

Hurandas nodded in approval and sent a message to Danes who quickly replied.

"We have a man down, Pullotics took a hit and we assume he's dead. They are hitting our position and using flashbangs...lots of flashbangs, as well as frag's. If you could get up here that would be great. Were on the sixth floor, dont enter through the stairwell door, its rigged."

"Roger that sir, were on our way."

Hurandas followed by Kulstrat, began to run up the stairs, bullet holes agenst the walls of the stairwell shows that the way had been sprayed down. The men walked up, they were on the 4th floor when a flash covered the air below them. They heard foot steps and held their guns up ready for anything. Hurandas pulled out a smoke grenade and pulled the pin. A wizzing sound, then three seconds later he threw the grenade upwards and it landed on the sixth floor. Smoke began emitting out and covering the floor entirly. Danes and Kustivotz meanwhile had moved into another room on the 6th floor. The explosion had distroyed their trap and now they waited as two grenades were tossed into the main room. The explosions would have killed them if they stayed, then they heard a flashbang. They now knew the enemy was coming in. Danes pulled the pin on his own flashbang and waited, he threw it after two seconds so it could get distance. The flashbang hit the floor and rolled into the stairwell exploding. Danes and Kustivotz moved toward an office room, they opened the window and looked out, there was no way they could get up to the 7th floor without meeting the enemy.

Rome had seen a grenade go zooming past .. upwards? He quickly took a peek over the rails and saw an arm and a boot. Damn. "Sir, we've got more on the stairs under my position."

Captain Masterson gestured to Wise and Jones, who tossed one more flashbang into the 6th floor hallway, and followed it in after it exploded, each one covering a different direction. "Rome, lay down cover fire and move to secure this level." Said as pop.. smoke begal to fill the stairs.

A second later, the visors on their helmets blacked out automaticly, as a flashbang bounced off the doorway and landed among them. The explosion and the noise stunned Masterson, and dazzled Oust who hadn't been facing the flashbang. Oust grabbed Masterson by the elbow and lead him into the hallway.

Masterson and Oust moved out into the 6th floor hallway, and Oust lifted a booted foot, kicking open an office door. Oust threw in a frag grenade, and they waited a couple of seconds as it exploded. Oust lead the way in with Masterson behind, examining the shrapnel-riddled room with their weapons. "Clear!" Wise and Jones fell back to that office, covering the hallway in either direction still as Masterson took a moment to recover from the noise and the blurry, purple-orange spots still in his vision.

Rome on the 5th floor looked up at the cloud of smoke filling the 6th floor landing and the landings above, then aimed his M100 down and let loose with a long, rattling burst at the 4th and 3rd floors. Mainly just to keep them spooked and to keep them from thinking about the situation. Rome backed up against the door to the 5th floor, ready to make a quick escape should grenades start coming his way.

Hurandas and Kustrat fell back agenst the wall, by now they had made their way to the stairs leading to the fifth floor and were now taking cover behind railing.

"Well they know were here, he's not taking aim though so he doesn`t know exactly where we are."

"Ok, Kulstrat, fire a grenade up there."

Kulstrat examined the area and knew a grenade could hit the target bit it would be an extremly tricky shot. He fliped the grenade aimer and looked through it, he began twisting a nob then fingered the triger for the grenade launcher. Hurandas now had pulled the pin on his last smoke grenade and tossed it up to the fifth floor, he heard it clink agenst the door on the fifth floor and he knew he made a mistake, surly now the man up there would flee. Kulstrat though fired the grenade anyhow. The pop of the grenade coming out of the tube then it running up the air and into the wall. He had fired it toward where he thought the door was and once it exploded, pushing some of the smoke from the smoke grenade away, Hurandas ran up the stairs and began to fire his gun.

Kustivotz and Danes now knowing that the enemy had then cornered took a second to think. Kustivotz by now had peeking out a window that was attached to the door, he saw the enemy go into an office down the hall and clear it out. He knew it was a matter of time before they come to meet them. Danes loaded a grenade into his launcher and aimed it, he was ready and Kustivotz fired a bullet into the glass of the window blowing it out. The grenade was fired next going down the hallway. It exploded a little down the way, a room from the enemy position. Kustivotz fired clip of ammo into the hallway to give cover fire for Danes who had opened the door and entered a diffrent room. Kustivotz turned back behind the wall and took a breath of air, he loaded in another clip with a click and back away from the door.

Rome saw something dark fly up to his level, and mistaking it for a grenade or another flashbang, threw himself backwards through the door. The movement caught his arm on the handle, tearing painfully at his skin. A second later, he kicked the door closed, just in time for it to get peppered with grenade round fragments. Several punched through the wood and struck him. He let out a yell and climbed to his feet, hands moving towards the door handle.

As his hands moved, his thumb caught in the ring of a flashbang on his vest and pulled the pin loose. Even as he locked the door and turned to run down the hallway, the flashbang went off, strapped directly to his chest. He was blown off his feet, vest tattered and fur burnt under it, blinded and deafened by the blast, he fell backwards, M100 firing wildly, punching holes into the wall, the door and the ceiling.

At the booms and the yelling from the stairway, Wise started back out into the hallway, only to have another grenade round go off a short distance away in the room next to his fireteam's position. He backed up instantly, nearly getting caught in the storm of gunfire from down the hallway. He called over his radio to Rome, who wasn't responding.

Bullets punched through the floor in the hallway from the 5th floor, where Rome had his finger on the trigger, shooting wildly.

Hurandas and Kulstrat knew they had hit some one and waited for the firing to go down. They moved up toward the fifth floor doorway. They noticed blood drippings on the ground and kicked the door, which was closed and locked. The door didn`t buge, Kulstrat fired a few shots into the handle and then he kicked it again this time his boot moved foward along with the door. They walked in and noticed a trail of blood on the ground. Hurandas lifted his rifle to his eye and walked forward. Kulstrat was now behind Hurandas with his rilfe up as well. They searched the area and found bullet casings on the floor. A man was widly moving around in the main room in a quick second Kulstrat pulled the trigger of his gun on the man.

Danes and Kustivotz were now waiting for the enemy to make the next move, Danes had his pistol holster uncliped for easy access and Kustivotz in the office room one down had his rifle ready to be lifted and fired. Before much happened though explosions and bullets raged below, a few acually traveling far enough to come up through the office floor where Danes was. They didn`t make contact but they did shatter the office window.

[Edit] Crap...I hate edited it makes me feel, like I made a mistake...which I did.

Rome would be tagged 'dead' by the system, in the simulation taking several hits.

Upstairs, Oust poked the barrel of his A1 rifle around the office door, the tiny integrated camera system giving him a view on the HUD in his helmet. On the HUD, a red dot hovered over the broken window on the door at the end of the hall.

And without having to expose himself, Oust triggered his grenade launcher, sending a 40mm grenade round into that office where the gunfire had been coming from.

Using that cover, Jones dashed across the hall and into the stairwell, where he ran up the stairs to the 7th floor. He looked down, seeing only the open door of the 5th floor, so he sighted his own rifle on it and waited.

The lesser land team arives at the arena by helicopter. They walked into the arena and placed equipment in their designated scanners. The equipment was scanned and they showed their keycards to a scanner next to each of their TV screen. The team sat back and waited for the arrival of the T.I. team.

Kustivotz fell backwards as the grenade exploded in the room. The front of his body had been burned but he still managed to stand up. His gun was still working so he moved out into the hallway with the rifle up. He scanned the area and seeing nothing he moved forward past Danes. Danes had stood up and was now following Kustivotz 3 feet behind him. Danes had his gun up as well. The two of them creeped down the hallway then ducked into another office room.

Kulstrat grabed the M100 off the dead body and unloaded it, he searched for another round and foud one. He loaded the gun up and began to exit the floor with Hurandas behind him. The two of them peeked outside the smoldering door and Kulstrat fired a few shot with the enemy weapon upwards at the sixth floor doorway for coverfire.

Oust again peeped around the corner with the barrel of his gun, and saw the two approaching down the hallway. Oust centered the red dot on the camera over the leading man's chest and triggered the weapon, sending bursts of ammunition streaking down the hallway. Oust immedietly dropped down and rolled out into the hallway onto his belly, eye to the iron sights and firing.

Wise stepped out behind Oust, crouched over his partner, also firing bursts from his rifle as the enemy retreated into another office. They weren't sure if they hit or not. Oust barked, "Window!" And Wise fired, blowing out the window on the office door. Oust immedietly fired a grenade round into the room.

On the stairs, Jones fired a burst at the person peeking out the ruined door, then had to jerk his body back as the barrel of Rome's M100 was thrust out and began to launch rounds his way. A stray round bounced off the hand rail and tumbling, hit his visor. He ducked his head back in reflex, popped up and blindly threw a frag grenade down towards the 5th floor door and scrambled through the doorway of the 7th floor. His visor is cracked, the HUD inside slightly off-skew.

Incognitia sent its men in. Deploying in a helicopter, jet-black and obviously stealthed, the men fast-roped down, just for a bit of added spectacle.
Five men, not one of whom held a commission, unlike any other team. All of which were experienced quasi-Special Forces.
They each handed over their weapons and armour to be scanned; assuming the scanning process would be so accurate as to give them calibrated sights on their weapons.
One or two additions had been made to the inventory; specifically sensor systems, for IR, sound and terawave. For weapons, however, they were set.

OOC: Its a large and well built building (kinda palace ish, in medieval times it would be a last line of defence) so Im just wandering the damage. Let me just have a quick look at RPG's. Ok assuming you dont know exactly where my men are in the building and you didnt see them (will explain IC), they should be safe but the front of the building should take serious damage. Correct me if I'm wrong.

IC:

As the men took their shot, the two immediatly leapt for cover, anticipating retaliation any second. Instead they only heard silence. Warily crawling back to the window, William just had time to see the outlines of a flash before a explosion erupted, tearing the wall to William's left and sending shrapnel and dust everywhere, leaving a gaping hole in wall. Swearing William indicated to his team mate to run before sprinting after them. William did not to be in the RPG's line of fire if they decided to take another shot. Heading deeper into the building, William radioed Conor his update......

OOC: That's cool with me, at least it got you away from the window. I'm so going to lose this match....

IC:

By that time, the Swan had returned with the M-60. Watt nodded round the corner, and Swan leaned round the corner and sprayed the hole in the building with rounds, before reloading.

The three waited a second, before moving cautiously along the West wall, scanning all the time. Bain lobbed a couple of Frag Grenades in the building, to flush out anyone that would be inside. They moved towards the base of the building, towards a huge sturdy door, hoping to get inside.

The Frozopians were retreating into the building, feeling slightly lost. The battle was going to get messy here: with a network of rooms and corridors, the old building was going to proove hell for both sides. The sniper was still out of action, hiding on the battlements, but Conor was on his way to assist the him from the eastern wall.

After some quick whispered discussion, the two men decided to counter attack. The enemy were down to 3 men, one of whom was injured. All they needed to do was find the enemy: They would either be crawling through the rubble of the hole or the two entrances on the West. At worst they would be heading along the southern wall, but Conor promised he would keep an eye on that wall if the enemy approached there. He would have an eagle's eye view from the southern battlements, as long as he was careful.

So the two men split up, warily approaching the two possible enemy positions: By now they would be entering the large entrance rooms, and assuming they did not run the Frozopians could hold them at a bottleneck till the other Frozopians helped......

OOC: My opponent has disappeared. >.>

The team leapfrogged across to the edge of the building under the hole, where Watt gave Swan (with the MG) a leggie up to the hole in the wall, where he crawled in, before standing up and moving cautiously towards the door, MG raised.

Watt and the wounded Bain moved over to the west wall, and the door closest to the building, Watt took a door charge out of his leg bag and set it up on the door. As it exploded, Bain threw in a hand grenade (his last), and Watt charged in after it had exploded, eyes wide open, scaning with his rifle for danger, Bain behind him with his pistol.

It led to a large reception room. Ducking behind rubble and bits of table, they moved cautiously north through the castle. Above them, Swan kicked open a door and moved along.

OOC: Bump.

The Incognitians were ready; quietly joking together, they awaited the chance to move into an arena.

William heard the explosion, holding his breath as his opponents transversed the entrance hall. Judging by the sound of their footsteps, it was two men men running. Grabbing his own hand grenade and flashbangs, William quickly tossed 1 of each of them straight into the centre of the hall and the amassing enemies, careful not to expose his body as he did so, before diving to the ground on his side of the doorway.....

Pvt. Michas was out of place. He was watching the wrong position, as his opponent Swan was creeping through the hole in the wall and the net work of corridors beyond it. Swearing viciously as he realised no one was coming through this door, he began to jog to where he reckoned the gap in the hole opened up in, reporting his error to the rest of the team.

Conor grabbed Elliot, but he didnt need to. His team mate's vision had cleared at last. The two men descended the battlements along some stairs that lead into the main building, roughly on the southern wall.....

OOC: My opponent has disappeared. >.>

OOC: sorry bout that, had a party weekend so I couldn`t post...and even if I did it wouldn`t have made sence...trust me.

Hearing footsteps Hurandas dashed out into the stairwell and ran up to the 7th floor landing. Here he picked up ammo from the body of Pullotics and tossed down Pullotics grenades to Kulstrat who was now comeing up the stairs. Kulstrat had a trickle of blood coming from his upper left shoulder but the bullet had only cut the outside of his skin and was left in a wall behind him. Kulstrat took one of Pullotics Flashbangs and pulled the pin, as he waited to toss it Hurandas flipped out a smoke grenade and pulled the pin of that. Hurandas threw in his smoker and before it went off Kulstrat tossed in the flashbang which went off imediatly inside the front room. Hurandas turned the corner of the door as smoke began to rise up and fill the room.

Danes and Kustivotz were laying on the front wall of the office room as the grenade came into the room and exploded behind a large wooden desk. The desk sent peices of shrapnel everywhere and a large peice stuck into the already wounded Kustivotz, this time killing him. Kustivotz's body lay limp as Danes stood with a wound to his leg. Danes began to fire his gun rapidly into the wall facing the hallway, the bullets went in and out of the wall as he fired his 30 round magazine. He unloaded and reloaded quickly and took cover behind ruble that was the desk and a bookshelf that sate near it.
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The pod opened up and Kustivotz got out, he was pissed and showed it well. His hands were fist as he looked up to see the enemy outside the office where Danes was left alone. He turned his eyes to Hurandas who was now moving through the smoked up main office area, he noticed an enemy was in the same room and took his seat watching to see if the enemy would be the next casualty of this fight.

On the 7th floor, Jones was still moving. He wasn't about to repeat the mistake Rome had made by sticking to one spot for too long. He was manuvering down the hallway, when the 'clink' of a grenade popping out of the stairwell urged him to speed up and take a corner at high speed. Not about to trap himself in an office, he simply took the hallway's turn. Behind him, the smoke grenade went off followed by the flashbang.

The two coming out of the stairs of course, would encounter only the blinding thick smoke, but with no target at all in the same hallway.

As the grenade round entered the office and exploded, Masterson noted two people run past in the stairwell on their way to the 7th floor. He radio'd, "Jones you've got two coming up. Oust, Wise, flank 'em!"

Masterson poked his head into the hallway as Oust and Wise turned to follow the pair of enemies up the stairs.

On the 7th floor, Jones drew his AP1 Striker pistol, pointed it around the corner and fired blindly, mainly to keep the two chasing him penned up in near the entrance to the stairs.

Arriving at the 7th floor, Wise and Oust stepped out, firing their weapons point-blank at the two attempting to chase down Jones. Effectively.. a cross-fire. Jones at the corner of the hall, with Kulstrat and Hurandas in between.

On the 6th floor, Masterson heard only shooting, and didn't even notice at first that the person trapped at the end of the hall was attempting to shoot through the wall. By absolute luck, a round glanced along the wall, striking him in the upper thigh. Masterson fell back into the 'command post' office with a grunt, kicking the door shut with his good leg. "I'm hit!"


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Outside of the simulation, the pair of 'casulties' would likely see the infuriatingly calm Rome standing near his team's bench, just watching the program play out with a silent, calm sort of body language. The tiger didn't even seem to mind too much being 'killed'. It was all a learning experience for the Felucan support trooper.

The Snake Eater team had also settled in, and even now was watching the action, making notes of what they saw, as they knew everyone else was doing. Although it this was not a competiton, pride was at stake... and pride is so much more important to people than any competiton.

OOC: I thought it was a competetion?

The grenade blast blew Watt off his feet before the flashbang could blind him, but the sound of the explosion in the enclosed place still deafened him. He sat on the ground in a dazed state, watching Bain writhing about in confusion, blinded by the intense light. He quickly asserted his control...by dragging the screaming man by his shoulders (injured) to cover in a nearby alcove. He loaded a round into his rifle and blasted a few rounds as he went.

Swan was upstairs, and heard running along one of the corridors ahead of him. He thought it through, and decided the enemy would try to intercept him at the hoel he leaft in the wall. So out of his mouth he pulled some chewing gum, and took some trip wire out his webbing. He attatched it to the pin in a gold ball sized HE grenade he kept taped to his helmet (if he was shot in the head he was screwed anyway). He buried the grenade under some rubble, which would act as shrapnel when the grenade went off. He ran the cable at ankle height, just above the rubble, almost invisible. The man was a skilled trap setter.

He then receded into a small alcove in the room he had climbed into, where he had a view of the trap he had laid, but couldn't really be seen in the shadows. And waited...

OOC: I thought it was a competetion?
OOC: I seen no league tables or anything. Competiton of pride, maybe.

OOC: I thought it was knock out, but I could be wrong.

IC:
William heard the shots slam into his wall, but leaned over anyways, firing another burst with his assault rifle to keep their heads down, before stepping out and throwing his last grenade straight at their position. The grenade sailed across the room and exploded.......

Michas was breathing hard, and had slowed down to a slow careful walk. Professionals should know that running into unknown territory was dangerous, and Michas was inwardly cursing himself. The odds were the guy knew he was coming. Now creeping along the corridor, he spotted the sunlight at the end of the tunnel. Unfortunately he did not see the tripwire, nor did he feel the shrapnel rip through his brain.

GAME OVER
Michas stepped outside the booth, waving to the crowd before taking his place with James in the Frozopian box and watching the rest.

Conor and Elliot were now in the building, and judging by the static from Michas's line another Frozopian was eliminated. It also seemed there was one enemy unaccounted for. Both soldiers were far more careful than Michas, walking silently through the corridors of the building one using their thermal vision the other not. Elliot was using his pistol, whereas Conor lead with his assault rifle.....

Swan saw the flash of the explosion and saw the shower or rubble and dust, and presumed someone had stepped on the trip wire. He leaned round the corner to make sure, and there he was, dead on the ground. He pumped a few rounds into him to make sure, before moving quickly along the corridor the way the enemy had come. Judging from the gunfire from downstairs, his friends needed a bit of help, so he found a staircase and moved down it quickly but carefully.

The grenade explosion blew off the lower torso of Bain who was writhing around on the ground at the time, rendering him instantly dead.

Game Over

He stepped out the cubicle in anger, having been effectively half a man for most of the battle. It felt odd to be able to use his right hand again.

Some shrapnel sprinkled itself into Watt's arm, but he was ok. He decided it was time for desperate measures. He threw a flashbang round the corner, followed by a smoke greande. He then took some a kilo of C4 out of his sidepack, took Bain's helmet off his corpses head and placed the C4 inside. He then placed the helment on the ground, the plan being that the C4 would explode, turning the helmet into shards of deadly shrapnel. He knew the capabilities of the helmet, and therefor knew it would happen. On Bain body he placed a small motion detector, that detects the movements of anything rat sized or bigger. The detector was wirelessly linked to the C4's detonator....

By now the smoke had filled the corridor, and with the flashbang still ringing in his ears he charged down the hall as quickly as he could, towards the door again.

ooc: wells its kinda a competetion. If you loose you go up agenst the other people who lost in the last match. Winners take on winners. By round 5 or 6 we should have a total winner. Im guessing though no one in this will have a perfect record.

Hurandas and Kulstrat fired back with a cat-like reflex but once a few shots were fired out of Kulstrat's rifle he fell backwards and slid agenst a wall. He had been hit in the gut, his body armor peirced and the bullet that hit him had gone completly through. Hurandas had managed to actually dodge the enemy fire by doing a jump and roll into a cubical. The smoke had cleared by now and the florecent lighting took over, Hurandas now had taken aim and fired a clear shot bullet into the lightswitch turning the lights off. The shot gave away his position which should have been given away the second he jumped out of the firefight. Now with the lights off and darkness shrouding the room Hurandas flipped down a small window on his helmet down to his left eye. He stuck his rifle out into the hallway and turned the eye peice on as the small camera in the gun turned on. He scanned the area and fired a few rounds at the two enemies near the 7th floor stairwell entrance.

Danes had gotten up now and exited the hallway, he dressed his wound with a peice of ripped cloth from Kustivotz's jacket and he had also gathered some ammo. His gun was reloaded and his leg was able to move now that he pulled the peice of metal out of it. Danes had made it down one office room when the sound of a door shutting gave him the signal that the enemy was out there. He examined the hallway and saw a small signiture of blood, the blood was outside of an office room only ten feet away. He pulled his gun to his chin and held it at the ready as he creeped down the hall, one foot after the other.

OOC: As I see this, the stairwell opens to a large office room, in this room are a few desk and along the left hand wall, from the stairwell entrance, are cubicals. Infront of the stairwell entrance across the room slightly off center is a long hallway with office room along the entire left hand side facing the ouside of the building. The right hand side is a smoothe wall till you reach the end of the hallway when it turns and goes down four office rooms on both the left and right sides. Danes and Masterson are fighting from what it seems in the front part of the hallway where there are 5 office rooms along the left side facing the windows. Hurandas, Oust and wise are in the main room that enters from the stairwell. Hurandas is in the cubicles on the left side while Oust and Wise are somewhere near the enterance or in the enterance itself. Kulstrat is laying agenst the right hand wall (Presumably dead) and Jones is in the hallway (Maybe in the first office room or somthing. Does this sound about right?

IC:
Wise and Oust, following the Felucan policy never really kept still. The hallway was still filled with smoke, which of course would prevent even thermal imaging. Unsure of where the threats were after they'd fired at shadows looming in the smoke cloud, they continued to manuver. Oust ducked back into the stairwell, with Wise backing up down the hall to the opposite corner from Jones while Jones continued to take cover at the corner, playing it a bit 'deep' to give himself manuvering room in the event of grenades.

When Hurandas stuck his gun out into the hallway, he'd see nothing to shoot at of course. (He or his partner just let a smoke grenade go 10 seconds earlier, remember.)

Wise, who had the best view at this point noted that the smoke cloud went from puffy white, to darker around the door. There was no more light coming out. "He killed the lights in that room." Stepping up to the wall, Wise searched around until he found the breaker box. At that point, he simply flipped it open and shut down the lighting to the whole floor. The 7th floor went black.

All three of the Felucans reached up to their helmets and engaged the night vision. With soft capacitor sounds, their NVGs powering up.

Wise and Jones at opposite ends of the hallway continued to watch the smoke cloud in the darkness, while Oust slowly and carefully crept back down the stairs towards the 6th floor to see how his boss was doing. "Captain, I'm coming back down. We killed one upstairs and have the other pinned down."

Masterson had flipped a desk over onto its side, and was on one knee behind it watching the door, his rifle propped up on the edge of the desk. Just waiting. "I took one in the leg. I'm still at the command post. Watch for him to pass infront of the door to the stairs." Oust positioned himself halfway down the stairs and aimed his rifle at the open, shattered doorway.


OOC: OOC: As I see this, the stairwell opens to a large office room, in this room are a few desk and along the left hand wall, from the stairwell entrance, are cubicals. Infront of the stairwell entrance across the room slightly off center is a long hallway with office room along the entire left hand side facing the ouside of the building. The right hand side is a smoothe wall till you reach the end of the hallway when it turns and goes down four office rooms on both the left and right sides. Danes and Masterson are fighting from what it seems in the front part of the hallway where there are 5 office rooms along the left side facing the windows. Hurandas, Oust and wise are in the main room that enters from the stairwell. Hurandas is in the cubicles on the left side while Oust and Wise are somewhere near the enterance or in the enterance itself. Kulstrat is laying agenst the right hand wall (Presumably dead) and Jones is in the hallway (Maybe in the first office room or somthing. Does this sound about right?


None of that made any sense to me. >.> This is how I envisoned the office levels:
http://img422.imageshack.us/img422/3849/office6op.png

The red dot is your guy Hurandas, the blue are the Felucans.
http://img422.imageshack.us/img422/2958/office25kd.jpg

William staggered down the corridors, counting the seconds and awaiting the fatal bullet. The flashbang and only barely reached William's eyes, protected luckily by the small alcove he had dived behind, but it was enough to leave him trapped in darkness. In that time he had sprinted blindedly deeper and deeper into the building, following what seemed a general descent and into the old prison blocks. Stopping at last, William carefully felt his way into a small boxed room.........

Conor and Elliot listened to what William had to say on the radio. It seemed it was now 3v2, but William would be out of action for a couple of minutes.

"William keep a grenade handy. If anyone finds you down their, throw it straight into their face. At least it will be 2v1 then."

"Will do. Good luck Conor."

"Who needs luck?"

Following the castle corridors to where they had heard gun fire, the two men stumbled across the deformed body of Michas.

"Booby trap."

"Yes sir. We better be more careful."

"Agreed."

As Watt barged out the hole in the wall where the door had been, he flicked his radio switch.

"Charlie, this is Alhpa, I've leaft a trap in the lower corridor, be warned."

He then tried to silently clime the hole in the wall, to join Swan....

.....Who had just come down the stairs, around 20 metres away from the proximity charge. He cursed, and noticed he could follow the corridor the other way, down into some prison cells. He led with his Machine Gun, scanning from leaft to right, down towards where William was silently sitting. Neither knew this, as the room lurked off to the right, around 10 metres in front of Swan.

The flash was fading, or more accurately Williams vision was returning. He found himself in a very small old room, with a little wooden table in the corner. Opposite the room was a rusted metallic door, with a small barred hole in it.

A cell. Im in the dungeons.

With his vision still blurry and his ears ringing, William held his position.

Watt scramled his way in the gap in the wall, and peered into the room it joined onto. He saw a dead body, some ejected rounds....and two shadows in the ajoining room. He gulped, pulled a hand grenade off his belt and tossed it towards the shadows, over the dead body. He then let himself drop, and took cover at the bottom of the wall.

Swan came across a cell in the left hand side of the corridor. He saw nothing when he peered in. There was another one to the right. Especting to see nothing again, he leaned round the corner, MG unraised.

A figure, sitting there in the quiet. Surprised and shocked, he jumped back. Then he had a brainwave. As quickly as he could, he moved the ancient metal door to shut him in the cell, using all his weight to push it shut. He then took cover against the wall, waiting.

OOC: Crap there is no funtion on a damn mac that I can paint the picture for you....oh well.

Hurandas scrambled to think over his training. He had by now noticed the lights off in the entire floor and had attached a small screen to his helmet, the sound of the enemy's night vision activating distracted the enemy from sounds like those. He turned his night vision on, the screen being newly developed by the nerotikan armed forces was a bit shaky but had set itself in palce once it was fully lit up. The noise was louder than the enemies but it shouldn't have posed a problem. Hurandas had peeked out and noticed the enemy was nowhere in sight. He held his gun close and eyed the room waiting for the smoke to clear out. He had one flashbang left over and knew it would be the beginning to his assault. He eyed the body of Kulstrat who was laying on the ground now. He made a move for the body, he was crouched down and twisting to the left and right as he crept down the pathway.

Danes had now moved in toward the blood that pooled on the ground and dripped off into an office room where the door was shut. He aimed his gun at the handle and fired braking the hande off. This broke enough of the door to the point where it could be pushed open. He kicked it with the tip of his boot and backed off once he felt contact. The door flung open.

OOC: The room opposite was a cell. This room is like the wardens room (e.g. the guard). Looking back I certainly didnt make that clear.

IC:
Conor just glimpsed the figure throwing something before diving into Elliot, the two men slamming forwards through an old wooden door and into another room that resembled an old dining hall. The grenade blew the door of its hinges, kicking splinters into both men, but they were unhurt apart from a few gashes. Shouldering his assault rifle, Conor pumped gun fire into where he he had spotted his opponent, while Elliot stepped to his feet. Conor pointed to the end of the room where another doorway awaited and both men started jogging that way, keeping an eye on the destroyed door way.

OOC: Crap there is no funtion on a damn mac that I can paint the picture for you....oh well.

Hurandas scrambled to think over his training. He had by now noticed the lights off in the entire floor and had attached a small screen to his helmet, the sound of the enemy's night vision activating distracted the enemy from sounds like those. He turned his night vision on, the screen being newly developed by the nerotikan armed forces was a bit shaky but had set itself in palce once it was fully lit up. The noise was louder than the enemies but it shouldn't have posed a problem. Hurandas had peeked out and noticed the enemy was nowhere in sight. He held his gun close and eyed the room waiting for the smoke to clear out. He had one flashbang left over and knew it would be the beginning to his assault. He eyed the body of Kulstrat who was laying on the ground now. He made a move for the body, he was crouched down and twisting to the left and right as he crept down the pathway.

Danes had now moved in toward the blood that pooled on the ground and dripped off into an office room where the door was shut. He aimed his gun at the handle and fired braking the hande off. This broke enough of the door to the point where it could be pushed open. He kicked it with the tip of his boot and backed off once he felt contact. The door flung open.

On the 7th floor, Wise and Jones continued to watch the smoke from opposite ends of the hallway. They didn't know it yet, but Hurandas was extremely vulnerable and right between them. If it weren't for the smoke, the guy would be caught out in the open.

Instead they listened closely for any sounds.

As the door to Masterson's office was kicked open, he fired a burst through the open door. Not seeing anyone there, he walked a few rounds through the frame to either side. "Now, Oust!" muttered over the helmet's private communications.

Oust stepped out of the stairwell onto the 6th floor, lifted his gun towards Danes' back and opened fire.

OOC:

Ok, doke, cheers for the heads up.

IC:

Watt heard the greande explode and the splintering of the door from the courtyard where he had jumped down to. He also heard bullets whistling out the gap in the wall. He paused to think for a second, and then formed a plan.

He ran back into the hall he had engaged the enemy inside earlier. The bodies were still there, unmoved, but he couldnt see Swan stalking his enemy at the far end. He sheltered behind some rubble against the wall, so he could be seen along the hall but not from outside, and waited. It was quite a nice trap, he felt.

At the far end, Swan came across the first room along the corridor, and the only one without a cell door. He came up to it (the wardens room), took his knife out his pocket and used its reflective surface to see round the corner. What he saw was a man resting against the far wall. With horror he jumped back, lobbed a grenade into the room and ran away as fast as he could.

A bullet caught Dane's back and broke through the kevlar, he fell from that and just in time to be out of the way from several other bullets. The impact pushed him infront of the open door which, though injured, he was able to fire a few rounds into. He heard the bullets peirce wood and he also heard glass shater as his gun went off then finished firing. His back was bleeding potrusly (Spelling?) now. He was laying infront of te open room and he reached for an HE grenade of which as soon as he grabbed it he pulled the pin and threw it into the room. His back was now perminatly damaged, he could barley move and so didn't try. He had managed to place one of his fingers inside a pin of his last HE grenade, he knew that if he was shot the jerking motion of his body would pull the pin out.

Hurandas had made it to Kulstrat's body and began to gather ammunition, his eyes were getting red from the smoke but he forced himself not to iche them. He grabbed an HE grenade from Kulstrat's belt and after taking his pistol and proping Kulstrat's body to look alive along with pistol in hand. Hurandas moved into another Cubicle and reloaded his gun making a noise that could easy be mistaken coming from the body of Kulstrat.

OOC: "profusely" :)

IC:

It would have been better for Danes if he had actually held onto that grenade for a couple of seconds before throwing it, as the Felucans had done. Five seconds was just too long for a fuse. Perhaps someday, manufacturers might take into consideration short-range fighting like this.

Masterson had his rifle aimed at the door, and when Danes fell in front of it, he was lining up another shot. However, a grenade tossed from the wounded man would bounce against Masterson's desk.. and land directly beside him on the carpeted floor. "Grenade!" He scooped it up and tossed it back at Danes' position, through the door.

Oust however, fired another burst at Danes before ducking into the stairwell when Masterson yelled. He caught a glance of the grenade flying back out the office door to bounce off the wall land 4 feet from where Danes lay.

Upstairs on the 7th floor, the sound would encourage the two Felucans to fire. Jones muttered, "Firing," which warned Wise to pull his head back around the corner, so he wouldn't get hit. Jones fired half a clip down the hallway towards the noise, then backed around the corner to reload. Wise covered by sticking his rifle and head back around the corner.

The smoke was clearing now, showing Kulstrat's bullet-riddled body. "Oust, is he in the stairs?"

Oust peered upwards, then unhooked a frag grenade, flipped the pin off and held it, "One.. two.. three." and tossed it up to the 7th floor landing, just in case. The grenade wouldn't even hit the floor before it exploded, spraying the 7th floor landing with shrapnel. "Negative!"

"He's got to be in one of these offices."

The grenade exploded blowing Danes forward, the explosion from the grenade had killed Danes but it had also cause him to pull the pin on the grenade on his vest. His body now lay near Masterson and the grenade that was slowly ticking down was hard to notice. The grenade looked normal and was attached to the vest next to a Flashbang, without a close investigation no one would see that the pin was pulled.

Hurandas had by now looked through his final peices of arsonel. He had one Flashbang, a Frag Grenade and an HE grenade. He lifted his hand to his radio and spoke.
"Danes Kustivotz, you there? Im left up on the 7th floor and Kulstrat's down."
No response and Hurandas presumed they were dead. He peeked his head out of the office room door and looked threw the green fuzz of his night vision. He had heard the firing a while ago and peeked out to see one muzzle blast before it stopped. He heard a bit of shuffling then an explosion. He saw they had fired upon Kulstrat's body and now had lost his trace. He waited for confermation of the enemy before he began to attempt to eliminate them. He had pulled the pin of his frag grenade and waited the five seconds then tossed it toward where he saw the muzzle blast.

The grenade ripped through the Frozopian, and once again the crowd roared as Game Over flashed above his booth. William waved to the crowd, silently praying that Conor and Elliot would succeed.

The two Frozopians were attempting to find their team mate, descending into the depths of the castle and following his vague instructions when they heard the explosion and the sound of running feet before William's line went static.

Kicking through a door way at the bottom of the steps, the two men opened fire upon a sprinting figure running in the opposite direction. The walkway through the dungeon area was narrow, boxed in by cells either side, so both men had a perfect target.....

Captain Masterson stood and limped heavily out towards the hallway, when seconds later the grenade went off. Being compressed against Danes' body and all, the blast was effectively muffled. That's why heros jump on grenades, afterall. Even still, Masterson was thrown forward against the wall of the hallway, bits and pieces of shrapnel digging into his body armor. Wounded yet again, he fell to his knees and clutched at his various wounds. "I'm hit again!" called over the squad network. Blood dribbled ouf of the collar of his armor, splattering the floor.


Wise (Who had been watching the hallway, remember) had seen the grenade tossed towards Jones and shouted warning, "Jones! Go!" Jones threw himself backwards away from the corner as the grenade cleared the wall and went off. He was hit heavily, one hand ripped away and riddled further with shrapnel. He'd go down hard on his back, blood pooling under him and moving weakly, "Hit.." said softly.

Wise spoke over the comm, "First office on the right, Oust. 'Shatter Code' in six." He plucked a grenade from his vest and pulled the pin. "Six.. five.."

Oust jacked a grenade round into his M200 grenade launcher and stepped up to the 7th floor landing, pointing the weapon towards the office door that Wise pointed out. Wise was still speaking, "Three.. two.." and Oust pointed his rifle, triggered the launcher.

With a blast, the door to Hurandas' office would be blown apart. Next, Wise tossed his grenade inside, where it would explode a second or two later. Wise kept his rifle up and started triggering bursts through the doorway, incase Hurandas tries to charge out. Oust reloaded the launcher, and fired another grenade round into the office.

The Frenzian team had their weapons passed through the scanner and stood on the stage,waving to the crowd.The Frenzian team and their opponents had been told before the match to put on their gas masks before getting in the pod.The Frenzian team pulled their gas masks over their faces and climbed into the pod.

The Frenzian team was standing in a small ditch in the middle of a forest.It was very dark and the treetops blocked out the moonlight from above.The team leader,Sgt Brook pulled a map and a gps system out of his pocket.He read their location and marked it on the map.

''The village is about a kilometer north,the old bunker is about a 1.5 kilometers northwest and the river is less than a kilometer east.''The Sgt read out loud.

''So we are heading north to the village then?''Corporal Andrews said while tracing his finger forward in the direction they needed to go on the map.''

''Nope,we are going the go northwest through the forest,around to the the old bunker,then we will continue north and get just to the north of the village.''He pointed on the map tracing his finger from their position to the bunker past the bunker and up above where the village was on the map.

''After we get there we will move into the village and attack them from behind.''

''Night vision on,lets go.''

Danes was now officialy declared dead and was pulled out of the system along with Kulstrat who had been delayed due to a slight malfuntion. Hurandas was hit by the constant barage of grenades and before he could get out took one to the gut besically evaporating his body.

The match ended with a loud buzzing noise that pulled the Felucan team out of the simulation. Danes, Kulstrat and Hurandas got out of the system and sat down with their teammates while SSUN President Andrew Volker walked out from left of the stage to congradulate the Felucans for winning agenst his team.

OOC: That was just a bit of overkill on Hurandas there ya'know.

Danes was now officialy declared dead and was pulled out of the system along with Kulstrat who had been delayed due to a slight malfuntion. Hurandas was hit by the constant barage of grenades and before he could get out took one to the gut besically evaporating his body.

The match ended with a loud buzzing noise that pulled the Felucan team out of the simulation. Danes, Kulstrat and Hurandas got out of the system and sat down with their teammates while SSUN President Andrew Volker walked out from left of the stage to congradulate the Felucans for winning agenst his team.

OOC: That was just a bit of overkill on Hurandas there ya'know.

Wounds were checked. Jones had definetly lost his lower arm and took multiple shrapnel hits. Masterson was in better condition, but weak from bloodloss. He'd be out of action as well. Even as Oust and Wise were pulling bandages out to tend to the wounds of their comrades, the simulation was over.

Rome walked over to greet his team as they exited the chambers, grinning under his helmet visor. Then Masterson barked an order, and the five Felucans came to attention before President Volker. Respectfully, they removed their helmets, showing the world that they clearly are not human. Rather, anthropomorphic humanoids. Rome was a tiger, Oust a wolf, Masterson suprisingly had the features of your average tabby house cat. Wise a cougar and Jones a rabbit. Captain Masterson spoke for the group, "Sir, your warriors are fierce and dedicated."

OOC: The Felucans weren't sure what the guy might do. :p Oust saw Danes toss a grenade at Captain Masterson with his dying breath, remember.

"Hurry, goddamn it, we're late!"
"Sir-"
"Yes?"
"We're here"
"Ayanami, I realize that. But we have to get inside, you know."
"Oh"
The members of the Empire of Demon 666 have arrived.
Leaders Richard Wilcox and Nikolai Vlasov walked in first, with the other three following.
"So, where do we begin?"
"We'll figure that later. Masuki!"
"Sir!"
"Your Howa is ready, right? I'm counting on you."
"Sir, yes sir!"
"Then let's move out!"
Dressed in the black and red ceremonial uniform of a member of the Praetorian Guards, the 5 members walked in.
All wore a wolf's head on their heads, and their body was completely covered by the uniform.
Marching in one at a time, giving the Imperial Salute, the team strode in arrogantly.
Readying their weapons, they received a talk from the top figures in the Imperial Army, Field Marshall Kazuke Morihume.
"Men, you are the finest in the Imperial Army. |Do all that is required, and you shall be honored and revered in the Empire.
Do all you can in the name of the Emperor"
"Hail!"
Morihume left, and the members readied their weaponry.

Game Over

Bullets caught him in the left hip, right buttock, right leg and shoulder, and as he feel one went through his light helmet and into his head, killing him instantly.

And so only Watt was the only one leaft. With two kills to his name, he had a taste for blood, and was pretty proud of his ambush position. He heard the gunshots and knew the enemt were coming in his direction. He hunched down and waited for them to come near, using only his hearing.

Nomara was looking his men over one final time;
Knox was ready as ever. A hulking brute of a man, he moved, as many large men do, with a paradoxical lightness of foot. And he hefted his LSW as many men carried their rifles; with ease.
McNamara was a much smaller man; of only average height, and wiry build. His kit had all been scanned; still, he cleaned his grenade launcher one final time; for luck.
Keane was sitting, fingering his lucky bullet, a keepsake from his first mission.
And the last, Cameron, the real joker of the squad. Bit of an electronics whizz as well; if the security hadn't been so tight on scanners and the like here, there would have been fireworks.
Satisfied, Nomara sat, and waited.

OOC: Anyone know what the map will be like?

OOC: nope, nor what stadium we're using and so when we can commence.

Wounds were checked. Jones had definetly lost his lower arm and took multiple shrapnel hits. Masterson was in better condition, but weak from bloodloss. He'd be out of action as well. Even as Oust and Wise were pulling bandages out to tend to the wounds of their comrades, the simulation was over.

Rome walked over to greet his team as they exited the chambers, grinning under his helmet visor. Then Masterson barked an order, and the five Felucans came to attention before President Volker. Respectfully, they removed their helmets, showing the world that they clearly are not human. Rather, anthropomorphic humanoids. Rome was a tiger, Oust a wolf, Masterson suprisingly had the features of your average tabby house cat. Wise a cougar and Jones a rabbit. Captain Masterson spoke for the group, "Sir, your warriors are fierce and dedicated."

OOC: The Felucans weren't sure what the guy might do. :p Oust saw Danes toss a grenade at Captain Masterson with his dying breath, remember.

Volker stuck out his hand and shook each Felucan team members hands (Paws?) seperatly. "I see, so your not exactly homosapians. This is the first time I believe we have seen people of your kind before. I though congradulate you on your victory maybe if we battle again we could have a differant outcome."
Volker smiled softly and turn to his team and shook their hands as they stood up to attention.
Danes spoke out on behalf of the team and as their leader. "The enemy faught well and we couldn`t have asked for a better challange. I wish though we didn`t seperate as we did in that hallway cause im thinking we would have faired a better and more fierce competition for the Felucans. President Volker, I request to be dismissed so I may congradulate the Felucans personally."
"Request accepted, this isn`t the old days soldier, im not General Naki Lok. You do not need to stand at attention for me."
Volker adjusted his tie a bit and left the stage as the nerotika SET team walked over to congradulate the Felucans.
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OOC: now that this match is over, T.I. and Demon, just use the map that A lesser land had set out. I think it`ll work unless you want to use my map?

The Felucan team also stepped forward (For the most part, the hands are humanoid. Perhaps a bit oddly shaped in some cases, and furry.) and shook hands with their counter-parts. Captain Masterson smiled, "With such small teams, we tried to stick together. It's safest. Except for Private Rome, of course."

Rome grumbled good-naturedly, "Alright! Who shot me?"

Oust was chatting with Danes, "You know, if you'd have tossed a grenade or something into the office with the Captain as a distraction to keep him pinned down, you could've flanked me on the stairs."

All in all, the Felucans were pleased. They tended to excell in small unit tactics, and except for Rome's mistakes of splitting up from the team, things had gone pretty well. Jones would have required a prosthetic and probably retirement.

OOC: I'm ok with either. Demon can decide.

Will use the ALL map.
The Praetorian Guards would be marched off in 10 minutes.
Vlasov made sure that each had appropriate gear.
A bear-like man who never smiled and wore a beard, he fingered his auto-sniper. As the leader, he was responsible.
Ayanami had checked every part of his Howa. A small wiry man, it was said that he had only missed 3 times in more than 20 years of almost non-stop combat.
Wilcox looked like a normal soldier, other than the gigantic knife on his belt. A peerless close-combat fighter, he checked his favorite weapon, the auto-shotgun.
The only one who didn't have black hair, Bradley's sandy hair stood out as he used the carbine. His career was impressive: He had never failed a mission.
And finally, Masuki. Looked down on by the others for not being officially a member of the Praetorian Guards (Masuki is a Blackwolf Guard, a lower order. However, there are no demolition experts within the Praetorian Guards), he was also small like Ayanami, but highly determined to prove himself. A demolitions expert, he checked the magmum and made sure all the C4 he carried was dry.

OOC: OK so the match list has changed, i`ll edit it soon. Also i`ll make a record chart to record the matchs wins and loses.

The Incognitians entered the stadium, to...well indifference. Anticipation of the match, but apparent indifference as to who won.

Each man entered the pods, and, as far as they were concerned, appeared in a cave.

There was no light; at all. The men mounted the T-wave torches on their shoulders (out of visible spectrum light, can't remember just what the wavelength is) and then put on their goggles.
They could then see they were in a cave. They appeared to be in a large chamber, with two passages leading off to the south east; with Knox and Cameron leading, they moved off down the more southerly pathway.

As the five men entered the cave, they quickly turned the flashlights on their goggles on. They moved up north until they saw a path. One led right, one led left.
"Should we split up?"
"No, not yet."
They all continued down the left path.

The two Frozopians walked down the corridor, finishing off the man on the floor with a few bullets before continuing. Conor was trying to think about his path: In both directions the last survivor on the opposing team could cause danger for the team. However if they turned around and went the way they came from, they maybe able to take him off guard. The two men walked carefully along, glimpsing around corners before entering any new passage ways........

A few minutes later, the men came to a reverse fork, a path joining theirs from the left.
Once they were sure it contained no immediate threat, Knox realised it was the path they had chosen not to follow, rejoining them.
"Ok lads, keep moving."
The next point of interest was a pit in the middle of the corridor. It was...extremely deep. Anyone going down there might survive the fall, but not in any state to be coming out again. Fortunately there was a walkway around it, and the men proceeded on, coming to another fork. At this one they again went right - coming to a chamber that might be defensible.

Here they paused to take stock of the situation.

Watt heard more gun shots down the corridor, and took a quick glance owards them. He saw some flashing lights and some moving shadows, and then nothing again. He moved slightly so he had a better look out into the courtyard and couldn't be seen along the corridor and waited.

The motion sensor down the hall would block that route off, and he could gun down anyone in the courtyard.

The Frenzian team advanced ,in an arrowhead formation,staying 3 meters apart from each other.The had been walking for a few minutes,scanning the area for movement.Sgt. Brook stopped and pulled out his GPS and map,making sure they were where they needed to be.

OOC: I've kinda forgotten my mental image of what was going on. Do you have two traps or one trap? And is there a trap either way my men go?

OOC: Bump for Demon.

do i have to bump this?...didn`t see that coming.

OOC: sorry i haven't posted, i was making a map and then looking back, i forgot about the old bunker and river.

OOC:Its ok,post whenever you get a chance.

well i just dont this to die, so if you get the chance post somthing...anything.

After continuing down the path for a while, Vlasov signalled the team to halt. "Thought I heard something. Wilcox, go on up to check."
Checking to make sure his shotgun was loaded, Wilcox silently moved up.
"There's a fork down here. Come look."
To the left was darkness. To the right, Vlasov could see a huge waterfall. No sound came from it. Odd.
The team decided to stick to the left. They approached a shaft.
"Looks like it could be defensible."
"But there's no cover."
"There will be. Masuki, you know what to do."
The explosives expert set up a C4 charge. The carefully prepared explosion would cause enough rock to fall so that one person could cover the rest of them.
"Take cover!"
And Masuki pulled the trigger.

The explosion echoed through the cavern; it seemed to come from the right.
"Ok, they must be either getting through an obstacle or setting up defences."
"Agreed."
"Colours, suggest we go hunting."
"Aye. I'll go right here, Knox and McNamara with me. Cameron, Keane, go left here. See if you can't work right round. We'll sit tight until you signal us, then we'll see if we can't take 'em from two sides. If you hear firing, use your judgement to come back or keep working round.

Now GO!"

OOC: My guy is at the end of the corridor, facing out the now blown out door, facing into the courtyard.

Further up the corridor is a trap set on a dead body, under a helmet, and basically unvisible to the eye.

So just one, but hes got good cover along the corridor and can fire out into the courtyard.

OOC: map in the OOC thread.

IC: 03 looked at the GPS map. A river was to the east, a bunker to their south west, and a village to their direct south. All were about one kilo from the team's current location. "How should we get to the village?" 03 pondered. They could climb down the ridges or they could ride the river down the waterfall. Another option was to camp the plateau and cover the village and the bunker from the higher ground.

"All right team! we're going the the river! Activate NOD." The team ran to the river as fast as they could. They knew that the other team would not be in range, so running under cover was unnecessary.

The team would set up traps in the village and engage in CQC if possible, or they would just rig the whole village with explosives.

69 shouted, "Why do they have to make the forest so fucking dense?!?" He clumsily darted through the trees due to the tactical shield he was equiped with.

10 laughed at his teammate. "At least the scanner got all of our bodies right, for a minute there, i thought they'd make it too small."

"Bowchika Bow Wow."

The Frenzian team had been walking for awhile.Sgt Brook once again stopped,pulled out his map and gps system,making sure they were on the right track.They walked for a few more minutes and came across the bunker.The team slowly advanced on the bunker,keeping their weapons ready.After quickly clearing the bunker,Sgt Brook ordered them to take up positions covering the windows.They would rest for a few minutes before they decided whether to go with the plan they had now or create a new one.

The Nakanaorian team came upon the river. The gushing water rumbled as it flew past the team. The river had a sandy bank, but was extremely deep, extremely fast. At the edge of the sand - which was about three feet in - the water was two feet deep. Less than a foot more, the water level jumped to a staggering 13-14 feet.

03 shouted to his team, "Ready? Inflate vests now!" Four puffs signaled affirmatives. "When we get to the bottom of this river, kill vocals, com in MC, weapons free. First one down covers the rest of the team."

"Roger that."

"69, you're first!"

82886869 nodded and cautiously edged towards the deep. The rest of the team followed.

03 ordered, "Five second intervals, ready 69?"
69 nodded. "3, 2, 1, GO!"
69 jumped feet first into the sweltering river.
He was followed by 1001211201 (or 01), then 11066927 (or 27), 7587703 (or 03), and lastly, covering the team, sniper 10124910 (or 10).
One by one the team members flew over the waterfall and into the basin below. The river was a lot more shallow at the bottom than on the plateau. The team checked their weapons and prepared for the treck into town.

The explosion ripped through the cavern. Masuki had done a good job; now Ayanami had a terrific sniper position.
"Vlasov, they probably heard it."
"I know. I intended that. Bradley, your spare goggles."
"Sir?"
"Just do it."
Taking out a ball of twine and the spare goggles, Vlasov strode into the room on the left.
He looked up. The place looked like a cathedral. Whatever. He quickly tied the goggles to the wall.
He mangaed to manipulate so that he could move the goggles around the wall at will.
Taking out his auto-sniper, he readied it after turning his flashlights off.
"Team, flashlights off!"

The Incognitian soldiers were currently working their way into position.
Cameron and Keane had furthest to go, and were only just beginning to work their way through the tunnels. They were still heading away, hadn't even started heading back yet.

OOC:How steep is the ridge?




The team had been sitting,watching out the window for a few minutes.A few team members had pulled small snacks out of their tactical vests.

Sgt Brook began walking around,telling each team member the plan.They were going to run as fast as the could across the open ground.Then they would go down the plateau.

The team rounded up and began the run.It was about a kilometer run and the sprinted as fast as the could,crashing through the trees first and then running across the open plains.

OOC: About 60 feet up. high enough to kill you if fall off. you can scale it easily with a grappling hook. You're at the bunker right?

IC:

"There seems to be a lot of mustard gas in the village." 10 warned.
"Alright, get on NBC suits. It'll be a lot harder to maneuver through the village with the NBC gear, so we're gonna get in there before the Frenzia team, set the traps and get out as quickly as possible."
"Yes sir."
The Nakanaorian team prepared the explosives and ran through the village planting the explosives on buildings G, I, Z, Y, M, L, W, O, and P. They needed to get all the buildings rigged for their last resort tactic.

OOC: gotta get to class.

The team had made it to the plateau,however it was to steep to attempt to get down.Looking down they saw it was about a fifty foot drop from where they were standing.They began walking a few meters away from the ridge,keeping their eyes trained toward the village,they were about a kilometer away,chances are only a sniper would spot them.

As the steps lead upwards from the gloomy darkness of the dungeons, bright light flooded in from various murderholes and windows. The sun was rising, or at least it was rising in game. Seeing the sun rise twice in a day is something to be treasured thought Conor, as the two men warily took each step at a time.
At last they reached the door leading into the dining room (OOC: I recall it to be a dining room, two entrances, one with the hinges blown off. This door leads to the corridor, containing your trap, which leads to the courtyard and your man.)

Conor stopped Elliot.

"It would be stupid if we went in together at the same time. We have already lost a man to traps, so be extremely careful."

"I dont like this sir. We are bottled in every way we go."

"But we have no choice. Only follow when I call."

Conor stepped through, scanning the carnage of what was once a dining table and taking a few steps forward. And then another few. And another. Till he had safely reached the blown in door. Pointing at Elliot, who had been watching anxiously, he indicated the soldier to follow.

OOC: More later. I dont think you can really respond to that, but try anyways.

27 finished planting the traps in the crucial areas of the village. "..--- --... ..-. .. -. " He ticked through the comm. "--. --- --- -.. .--- --- -...." 03 ticked back. To the untrained ear, this ticking sounds like random static, but to the Spec Ops team, these blips are key to communication.

The buildings were fully rigged with explosives. Every single one had a small stick of C4 in them. If the Frenzia team managed to beat the Nakanaorians, the last man in his dying breath would detonate the explosives. If the opposite occured, they would detonate the buildings - just for fun.

".- .-.. .-. .. --. .... - ..-. .- .-.. .-.. -... .- -.-. -.- - --- - .... . .-. .. ...- . .-."

The team moved slowing back towards the river, using the buildings as cover. They had no idea where the opposing team was, so they kept as high a vigilance as they could in the NBC suits.

The continued walking eventualy ending up exactly north of the village.The team turned,advancing toward the village.As they got closer,Sgt Brook ordered them to put on their NBC suits.

holy crap, your match isn`t over yet (Frozopia and Galasheils)

Ayanami checked his rifle. The Howa rifle possessed enough power to kill someone in at most two shots. All he had to do was wait.
The team had shut off all flashlights and now waited for anyone who might come.
Vlasov whispered silently,
"10 minutes"

The NBC suits were very clumsy to move around in, even for the experienced team. With all the mustard gas in the village, one tear in the suit would spell disaster. That's why the team wasn't going to risk getting grazed by a bullet just to get killed by the mustard gas.

They neared the water's edge and hopped in washing the NBC suits and cooling everyone down. The team stripped off the suits and maintained a vigil on the village. They watched the village through IR scopes and remained in the cool water to reduce their heat signature.

03 motioned towards 01. 01 prepared and loaded his M203 with a phosphorous grenade. Once the enemy appeared and everyone was sighted, he would send the flash bang in and hopefully disable the opponent.

The two men kept their backs to the wall, as Conor desperately listened for any sounds of movement on the other side of the blown in wall. Using his own knife as a mirror, all he saw was a dead body and a small helmet nestling upon it.
Unfortunately the whole corridor left a network of possibilities. Grabbing his flashbang, Conor preppared to throw it....

Keane and Cameron had worked their way around the tunnels, and were now certain that they were approaching the source of the explosion from another angle. For this reason they proceeded with extreme caution.
The other three had been making their way along the hall ahead of them, using some of the vast numbers of stalagmites as cover. They weren't sure, as they had seen no enemy just yet, but they thought they were close; they awaited the signal from Keane that they were in position.

um, Terror, I won't be able to post until Tuesday, finals and all tha.
Sorry.

Ok, no worries. I might put one more in, setting everything up for an attack on your position, but then I can wait.

In the silence of the castle, Watt heard the movement of rubble echo down the corridor (the grenades would have torn chunks out of the wall).

Scared to show his head, he whipped his trusty combat knife out once more and used it see round the corner of his cover. He saw the end of the rifle moving down the corridor, but knew if he exposed himself he would be an easy target.

Instead, he moved very slowly to hide himself better and look out into the courtyard from a better position.

Vlasov smiled. Masuki had loaded tripwires at two of the three entrances.
Going in would set off 2 HE grenades at each entrance.
Ayanami could shoot down either pathway, as well as he. If anyone came, they would be dead.
But then there was the problem of the third pathway-the one they had taken.
Vlasov had set Masuki there, but it was basically unguarded. If they took that route...
No. They wouldn't. It would take too long.

The Frenzian team had made it across the clearing and began walking into the village,weapons pointing at any area an enemy could pop out of.Sgt. Brook ordered the men to follow him and they walked down the street before coming to the church.Instead of going in the front they went around to the back.Sgt Brook kicked in the door and the men charged into the church and began clearing it.

The motion sensor in the church began to send live video back to 03. The Frenzia team was clearing the church. 03 knew that things were about to get dicey. However, the Frenzia team was not in direct sight for the Nakanaorians. They would have to wait until the opposing team reached the inner parts off the village. 27 and 10 moved into the forest south of the village in the hills. They would provide sniper fire as well as a cross fire.

"When you see a flash, commence firing," 03 sent over in code, " Fire at enemies that are not shooting at you. Aim for the ones trying to hit us, we'll hit the ones that try to hit you."

The forest was thick, there was ample cover. They were essentially at the Frenzia spawn site.

Nomara signalled his men to stop where they were.
The three crouched, looking for danger; he then beckoned the other two to join him.
"Trap boys. Lucky they were working fast, else I wouldn't have spotted it; even then it only just showed up in my goggles. IR or visual woulda missed it for sure."
(Tera-waves make metal show up against almost anything else. I'm assuming both tripwire and grenades are metal?)
"Whadda we do Colours?"
"Jump over, fool. Too low to get under."
"Won't that make too much noise?"
"Probably. So wait for the signal, work out where it is, then give it a running jump."
"Aye."

Cameron and Keane were ready. They weren't sure where the enemy were, but they had reached the right chamber, they were sure, and wanted help coming in before they blundered in.
So each pulled out a flashbang, popped the pin, counted 3 of the 5 seconds, then flung it into the chamber. One left, one right.
In the remaining two seconds they grabbed their rifles, ready to run in.

When they went off, McNamara was slow off the mark. The other two had leapt over the tripwire and landed running. He, getting behind, took a clumsy leap - straight through the wire.
BOOM!

The Frenzian team finished clearing the church.The engineer was sent to the roof to keep a lookout.The rest of the men set up a fighting position in the basement.There was a backdoor leading up into a garden,this would be the escape route if needed.If anyone else tried to get in the would taste some C-4.

"Shit"
Completly taken back by the flash grenade, Ayanami couldn't see at all.
"Goddamnit, I forgot that they would would try this!"
Vlasov had noticed the grenades and had managed to turn his face partially. He couldn't hear anything, but he could still see.
Masuki waited. As an explosives man, he couldn't do anything. Yet.
Bradley immeadiately opened fire with the carbine.
Wilcox waited.
Note: Masuki is in the chamber where we came from, the southern-most one.
Wilcox is in the left one, Bradley and Vlasov are in the right one.
Ayanami is covering both of them from the shaft.

The other advantage of terawaves was that flashbangs didn't really show up. So while the enemy were (hopefully) disorientated, they had to use the advantage.

Nomara and Knox were on the move, but a wild spray of fire was coming their way; they hit the deck and returned fire, beginning fire-and-move. They started with a burst, around 10 bullets each, at where the muzzle flash had come from, then moved immediately before a response came.

Cameron and Keane had heard a bang after their flashbangs, and then some shooting from each side. They now moved; seeing one man on his own, Cameron took aim, while Keane kept moving. Cameron fired a burst at him, Keane charged closer.

Meanwhile McNamara was alive, for now. But not for long. Cursing himself, he could feel he was going to bleed to death. Even now he was unable to do much, unless an enemy moved within clear shot of his grenade launcher. And he was already behind the main fight. He sat back and waited to 'die'.

Wilcox knew he was probably going to die.
He had been already hit once in the chest. The single wound wasn't fatal, but it would probably keep him out.
With two men in front of him, it was going to be difficult.
While the one in the back would cause problems, there was one charging at him.
Well, take advantage of oppurtinity that presents himself.
He cocked the auto-shotgun, jumped out, and fired at close range at the charging figure.
Ayanami's sight was clearing up. He couldn't see well enoug to use the sniper rifle, but he could see patches of muzzle fire.

OOC: Which group did Wilcox fire on? Cos I thought that my two were approaching from the south, and my three through the Cathedral Chamber or whatever it's called.

Cameron and Keane

OOC: Okay then.
IC: Cameron watched in horror as Keane was hit by the enemy's shotgun blast.
Not one to waste a clear shot though, he sent a burst of five shots at the man, aiming for the neck.
Keane collapsed on the floor, his vision fading
"GAME OVER".
He left his pod, cursing, and turned to look at the screens above the other pods.
Cameron fired again. This one was going down.

Meanwhile Knox and Nomara had kept working away on the other side, and Knox now had a sight of their opponent.
Nomara flung another flashbang, hurling it deep into the chamber, as Knox took his opportunity to let off a burst.

"Game Over"
Wilcox cursed as the bullets went through his head, decapitating him.
However, Ayanami, his sight regained, swung the sniper rifle to the man who had killed Wilcox.
He had to be stopped, now before he got too close.
The sniper rifle blasted.
Shit- he had forgotten to put on the silencer!
Bradley primed a high-explosive and hurled it.
Hiding behind a stalagmite(the one points up. I dunno) Vlasov continued firing with the auto-sniper.
Hearing the gunfire, Masuki was concerned. He couldn't just stand there.
That's when he realized that there was someone in the chamber next to him.
He had heard Wilcox yell in pain, so it must be one of the enemy.
Choosing a good hiding spot, he readied a HE grenade and clicked the safety off on his magmum.
OOC: Since Masuki is an explosions expert, that magmum is his only firearm.

Cameron had taken a hit through the left shoulder. Gritting his teeth against the pain, he hit the deck and returned fire at the shadowy figure who'd shot him.

Knox spotted an HE grenade flying in, and dove behind a stalagmite (OOC: yup they're the ones going up) crying "Grenade!".
When it went off, it finished off McNamara.
"GAME OVER".
Nomara now had a sight on the one who threw the grenade and took a shot.

Bradley cursed as the bullets went through his right arm. He wouldn't be able to use the carbine.
Grabbing his semi-auto pistol, he started to fire.
Masuki had taken out 3 HEs. Priming all of them, he threw one close to the entrance, one farther back, and one really far back.
He would wait for the explosions, and then see.
Seeing what Masuki was doing, Ayanami turned his sniper rifle to where Vlasov and Bradley was fighting. He was ready for another shot.

Three grenades were coming in; Cameron hadn't noticed them, until they went off.
One was well beyond him; one fell short. The third was a little off to the side, and he felt shrapnel hitting his armour. Ears ringing, he looked around for the man who had thrown them.

Knox and Nomara were in cover, for the moment, assessing their next move, and keeping an eye out for movement by the enemy.

Due to the explosions, Ayanami couldn't tell if the man in there was dead or alive.
Since he couldn't tell, he would quickly turn to the other group.
The man who had hurt Bradley was hiding, but Ayanami could hit it.
The sniper rifle went off again.
Masuki, not knowing the result of the grenades, decided to wait.Finding a good hiding spot, he sat hunkered down, readying two more of his HEs.(Masuki has 6)
Bradley would have to reload for his pstol. Rather than doing that, he took a look at the pinned down Vlasov. The two looked at each other, and Vlasov nodded.
Bradley took out a flashbang and rolled it to where the two were firing.
At the same time, Vlasov turned to lift an HE in the air.

The fire on Knox and Nomara had slackened. The men looked at one another, nodded, and burst out from their cover. As they did so a flashbang and a grenade came flying in to where they had been.
Not being desperate enough to throw themselves at the enemy they dived into the next hollow amongst the rocks, trying to work out where the grenades had come from.

Cameron was fairly sure he'd worked out where the sniper was hiding; but first he had the grenade-thrower to deal with. He was fairly sure he'd worked out where the grenades had been thrown from, and flung in a grenade of his own to flush the man out.

10 looked through the IR sights on his Heckler and Koch G36E. A small reading shone from the top of the church. Lining his sights up, he prepared to fire. The man had an NBC suit on. This made it difficult for 10 to locate weaknesses in the armor.
"To hell with it, i'll just get a headshot and hope the bullet penetrates the helmet," he thought to himself. "Two-Seven, prepare for engagement at long range. If i fail to eliminate the target, fill him with depleted-uranium." 27 nodded. He readied his rifle. Instead of targeting the head, he aimed at the man's chest.

"Oh-Three, this is one-oh. We have a target on the roof of church, permission to engage."
"Go ahead, one-oh. Silencers."
"Roger that."

The team locked on the silencers and prepared to engage.

"One," 10 whispered to 27, "two." 10 inhaled deeply and with the next exhale, "Three."

The recoil pushed 10 backwards as the projectile was rifled towards the man ontop of the church.

OOC: you know where the other competitors are at?
The grenade managed to miss Masuki. However, the resulting explosion sent rock flying everywhere, with one cutting his cheek and a rather large one hitting him in the chest.
Temporaily unable to breathe, Masuki hurled two more HEs in. He must have had a rib or two broken at best.
He only had one more-shit.
Moreover, he would have to sit for a bit to ctach his breath.
Meanwhile, Ayanami, notcing the explosion, quickly swung the rifle around.
So he was alive. Well, not much longer.
The rifle blasted again.

OOC: nope... stupid email notification duzn't notify me...

The rifle shot hit him in the stomach, towards the left hand side. With a defiant grin on his face, he let rip with the remaining 80-odd rounds of his 100 round clip at the sniper.
(OOC: As I understand it the caseless round of the ACR cuts down massively on the recoil, meaning he's not hitting the ceiling by his fifth shot.)
Then two more grenades came flying in. The first was to the left; he dove right in response. The second was...further to the left, thank God.
He felt the shockwave pass over - and through - him; objectively he was mildly concussed. Still capable of fighting, but his reactions wouldn't be what they were. He fumbled for the clip of his rifle, turning it around to snap the other one in.

Knox and Nomara had spent a little time scanning the rocks ahead, for where the enemy were hiding. Reckoning they'd worked it out, they popped a grenade each, and sent them arcing in; then watched, rifles at their shoulders, ready to fire at anything that moved.

I thought I said at the very beginning that Ayanami is virtually buried in a pile of rubble.
Having no choice, Masuki moved in, ready to kill or be killed.
Noticing the figure struggling to reload his gun, he let loose with the magmum.
The grenades sailed in.
While they missed Vlasov, one detonated right next to Bradley.
"Game Over"
Bradley swore. 3 on 3.
Meanwhile, Ayanami sneered as the bullets simply deflected off the rubble.
This guy was clear in the open.

With the sniper seemingly focussed on Cameron (being under fire does focus the mind wonderfully, after all) Knox and Nomara moved to follow their grenades.
Each began working around one side of the rock formation the enemy was hiding behind. As they moved in tandem, it was likely both would spot him at the same time.

OOC: As for Cameron...that's not unexpected, but the man is desperate, and even in rubble it'll briefly have kept Ayanami's head down.

IC: The flat crack of pistol shots; a high-pitched WHANG! as one hit the rocks nearby and ricocheted; a sickening crunch as one buried itself in his leg.
"Bastard!"
No mad dash to get the sniper now.
Finally sorting out his magazine, he turned to the guy with the pistol, and began firing burst...pause...burst...pause...burst.

This time it would be Elliot to make the walk. Holding his pistol infront of him, he kept his back to the left hand wall as he began the long walk down the entrance corridor. At the rear end light was pouring in as the sun rose higher and higher, casting shadows over the far dead body.

Conor offered support, remaining crouching behind the blown in door, his gun through the gap. If anyone stepped out, he would shoot.

OOC: I guess my lead guy triggers the trap.

The burst of bullets went all through Masuki's right arm.
Shit- at least he was left-handed. But he couldn't fight much longer. The bleeding was bad.
He primed his last HE and threw it in, then fired the rest of the bullets in his magmum clip.
Ayanami fired one more time at the man fighting Masuki.
The fucker was going to go down-now.
Vlasov was in trouble.
Otunumbered, he guessed his foes woiuld advance on him.
Time for something risky.
Blindly throwing a flash to his left, he turned to the right.
Yes-one of the figures was advancing.
Focusing the scope on the auto-sniper, Vlasov let out a long burst.

Your IR sights would not be able to see my man,he is wearing digital combats much like the Canadian Forces CADPAT which would not show up on IR sights.

The burst of bullets went all through Masuki's right arm.
Shit- at least he was left-handed. But he couldn't fight much longer. The bleeding was bad.
He primed his last HE and threw it in, then fired the rest of the bullets in his magmum clip.
Ayanami fired one more time at the man fighting Masuki.
The fucker was going to go down-now.
Vlasov was in trouble.
Otunumbered, he guessed his foes woiuld advance on him.
Time for something risky.
Blindly throwing a flash to his left, he turned to the right.
Yes-one of the figures was advancing.
Focusing the scope on the auto-sniper, Vlasov let out a long burst.

Cameron fell, cursing, just after finishing one last burst from his rifle. Then the sniper's shot came in, ending the struggle
"GAME OVER"
His curses continued as he left the pod to watch the remaining two men of his team.

Nomara had a flash coming towards him; he dashed forwards, letting it land behind him, and came around the rock to be in full view of his enemy; who was firing, obviously at Knox.
The reaction was instinctive and immediate. Fire down on him; keep firing until he stopped moving. Fortunately he retained enough awareness to stay in cover from the sniper, still up there somewhere.
Knox was hit by a rising spray of bullets from the first in the centre of his stomach, to the third in his right shoulder - not least due to his instinctive dive. He heard Nomara's rifle firing, and put his rifle down to get busy preventing himself bleeding to death.

OOC: What weapon was Cameron using?

OOC: What weapon was Cameron using?

OOC: Heckler and Koch Advanced Combat Rifle, like the rest.

Holding the odd rifle, Masuki sat down and thought.
Given the situation, he was supposed to go to the other cave and flank the enemy in the other cave.
However, Masuki knew he was too weak to do that.
He decided to move to the center of the tunnel he was currently in, and just wait and conserve energy.
Cursing as he was hit, Vlasov made a risky gamble.
Ignoring the bullets, he continued to fire on the man he had shot.
"Ayanami, kill the bastard behind me." he thought.
Meanwhile, since he had only one bullet left in the gun chamber, Ayanami paused to put 4 more rounds in.
OOC: The Howa, Ayanami's rifle, loads one bullet at a time.

Bullets were still flying around Knox, but his enemy obviously had no clear shot at him where he had fallen, so he kept working on bandaging his wounds.
The one in the shoulder was easily done, the next one down...less so...and the one in his stomach he was unable to effectively close. It would keep giving him pain, and keep slowly bleeding him dry.

Still keeping a wary eye on being covered from the sniper, Nomara moved closer to the man in front of him, and fired again...and again...this one was going down.

OOC: It sounded like Knox wasn't under cover, so I thought Vlasov would just kill him there.
Mep, Whatever.
IC:
Game Over
Vlasov cursed as he realized he failed to kill Knox as he died.
However, Ayanami, his gun reloaded, could see the bleeding man.
Given he wasn't moving, it meant his scope was focused on the figure's head.
The rifle blasted.

"GAME OVER"
SHIT!...all that effort bandaging his wounds....even the most modern helmet couldn't hack a sniper's bullet at that range. He cursed all the more when he saw that Nomara was the only man left alive.

Nomara wasn't exactly ecstatic either, but with the last man facing him directly dead, he now had a plan. Only potential problem was an enemy from another cave, but he'd stay alert - it would be fine.
He'd worked out a route to his goal that was almost entirely in cover, and began walking, crouched low, away from the sniper.

OOC: Where Cameron and Keane carrying any grenades or medical supplies?
If so, can you say what and how much?

OOC: Each was carrying a basic first aid kit - couple of field dressings, antiseptic, sort of thing. They started with several flashes and a couple of HE each, so between them probably 2 flash and 3 HE left.

Since he couldn't see the last man, Ayanami took the time to reload the sniper rifle completely.
He didn't need to, but it gave him 10 rounds to use on one guy.
Masuki had been very busy.
Rumaging through the 3 dead bodies in the tunnel, he had found two first aid kits, and more importantly, 7 grenades(Wilcox had 4 and he never used any)
He had made two tripwires close to the entrance of both ways into the caverns.
The two tripwires at the entrance that he had come in had 3 grenades, and the two at the entrance where the enemy had come in had 4.
The two tripwires in each entrance were at different heights, so you couldn't jump over them.
Settling down on the same spot where Wilcox had hidden, Masuki waited for someone to show up.
He had also put dressings on most of his wounds.

Nomara kept moving. He soon reached McNamara's body, and the weapon they had felt the loss of most keenly; his grenade launcher.
For the indirect fighting they had been doing, the combination of explosive power and near-pinpoint accuracy was ideal; especially for being just out of the enemies' line of sight and hitting them with shrapnel.

He began working his way up the cavern again, keeping a careful eye on where he was in relation to the sniper. He would find himself a firing position; then he would send in exposives until he heard either dying screams or movement.

Ayanami was puzzled. Where had he gone?
Well, he would have to wait.
He fired off a round to see if there was reaciotn.
That's when he realized something.
Stalagmites are made of limestone.
Pulling his two HEs, he hurled at them at the limestones nearest to him.
After that, he used his pistol to destroy all limestones and hence all cover within 30 yards.

A pair of explosions; then a series of pistol shots....and lots of disintegrating stalagmites and stalactites.
Nomara watched, bewildered, as the sniper seemed to go wild. Well, he would get as close as he could; the remaining cover would still offer him a shot from a reasonable range.
He worked his way along. Sometimes backtracking, if he was about to run out of cover, but always heading closer to the firing spot he'd identified.

Ayanami continued to lay waste, but he finally stopped.
He smiled- there was no cover for 140 ft.
There was no way the last guy could shoot him or throw a grenade that far.
All there was to do was wait.

OOC: A quote from the website of the manufacturer about the XM 25 grenade launcher (the one he's using)
The system is designed for optimum performance at 300 meters but will perform to 500 meters and beyond.
Alliant website on the XM 25 (http://www.atk.com/AdvancedWeaponSystems/advanceweaponsystems_xm25.asp)
Just wanted to get that in before you protest it's impossible ;)

IC: Nomara had worked his way closer, but much further and he would run out of cover. So he situated himself behind a convenient rock formation, put the grenade launcher to his shoulder, adjusted the range, and aimed up a bit. It would fall above the guy; but possibly send some rocks down on to him, and it didn't expose Nomara himself.
He fired. He would wait a few seconds to observe the effects before firing again.
He was still keeping an eye out for any other enemy soldiers - as far as he'd worked out one was unaccounted for.

OOC: Everything still going good?

OOC: Everything still going good?
OOC: Yup. I have one man, unwounded. He has one man unwounded and the other not very mobile/active in a different cave. Could go either way.

OOC: Yup. I have one man, unwounded. He has one man unwounded and the other not very mobile/active in a different cave. Could go either way.

OOC: I suppose making seperate threads would help...I noticed that there are three fights going on still...round 2 I might do the seperate thread thing. But I'm going to have to create a group to monitor them.

Your IR sights would not be able to see my man,he is wearing digital combats much like the Canadian Forces CADPAT which would not show up on IR sights.

Isn't CADPAT just a design??? shouldn't that not affect Infrared... since IR is on heat signatures?

Please clarify...:confused:

Isn't CADPAT just a design??? shouldn't that not affect Infrared... since IR is on heat signatures?

Please clarify...:confused:

OOC: It's still a wavelength of light. Much as you get black fabrics that reflect very little visible light, you can get fabrics that make it harder to spot a man using IR. You'd still most likely spot a bloke anyway; it would just slow you down a bit.
EDIT: And just as a note, anyone silhouetted by something cold, e.g. the sky, or a lake, will show up with ease whatever they're wearing.

OOC: Well, I knew that. I wasn't going to protest.
Remember, Ayanami didn't know Nomara had a grenade launcher. And I doubt you can throw a grenade that far.
I'll post what Ayanami does in a moment. I've got other stuff to deal with.

OOC: Well, I knew that. I wasn't going to protest.
Remember, Ayanami didn't know Nomara had a grenade launcher. And I doubt you can throw a grenade that far.
I'll post what Ayanami does in a moment. I've got other stuff to deal with.

OOC: Sorry, just wanted to be sure. Call me paranoid.

OOC: Thanks for clarification. But then again... he is wearing an NBC suit due to the high concentration of mustard gas in the village... well... we'll see.

The man had been hit,his body left crumpled on the ground.The men downstairs would not know untill they did their radio checks or someone else decided to take watch upstairs.For now the troops remained in the basement.

10 radioed in, "Sir, one hostile is down."
"Good job, one-oh." 03 thought about what the next move would be: would they move into the village to engage, or would they camp? 03 decided to go back into the village and duke it out with the 4 remaining enemies.
"Alright team, get your NBC gear back on, we're going back into the village to spice up this match!"
The team got back in their gear. "one-oh and two-seven, flank around the village to the west, we'll go from the east. Clear the buildings starting with the buildings V, T, U, and S. we'll meet you in the middle of the clock tower and we'll proceed north from there."
"Roger that oh-three."
Tired of waiting, the team moved out.

Ayanami cursed as the rocks fell on his position.
It didn't hurt him- there was enough protection for that.
But Ayanami realized that the last guy could kill him without going to the no-man's land he made.
"Fucker must have some RPG or something like that" he muttered..
Well what to do? To run or not to run.
And Ayanami decided to stay.
But not before clearing the rocks so it would be much easierto flee the rocks from the back where the last man couldn't see him.

Masuki sighed.
Having crawled out of the back entrance(entrace where Cameron entered), he had set up 5 small mines a good distance away from the entrance for added protection.
They wouldn't kill the last guy if he stepped on him, but it would probably blow off a leg or something like that.
Then he would be easy prey.
Masuki crawled back in the tunnel and waited.

bump

Ayanami cursed as the rocks fell on his position.
It didn't hurt him- there was enough protection for that.
But Ayanami realized that the last guy could kill him without going to the no-man's land he made.
"Fucker must have some RPG or something like that" he muttered..
Well what to do? To run or not to run.
And Ayanami decided to stay.
But not before clearing the rocks so it would be much easierto flee the rocks from the back where the last man couldn't see him.

Masuki sighed.
Having crawled out of the back entrance(entrace where Cameron entered), he had set up 5 small mines a good distance away from the entrance for added protection.
They wouldn't kill the last guy if he stepped on him, but it would probably blow off a leg or something like that.
Then he would be easy prey.
Masuki crawled back in the tunnel and waited.

OOC: Dude, you posted at 4am, and then bumped at 5pm, my time...I don't mind, but that is kinda impatience :p

IC: Nomara heard no screams, nor anything beyond a minor rock fall. Too much to expect the first shot to hit.
Experimenting a little, he cut the power of the next shot...ever so slightly. If he was right, it should fall about five feet shorter, from having aimed in the same place.
'whooomf'
He waited.

OK, my bad.
IC;
Ayanami swore as the grenades detonated close to him.
He was still in good shape, but there was bleeding.
He smiled- Nomara had done exactly what he wanted.
He slipped out of the rock formation, but not before yelling a loud scream of "pain." and leaving the pistol behind.
Crawling to the tunnel past Masuki, he turned and checked the wounds.
Quickly applying some bandages, he turned around and focused the rifel on the work he had left.
With any luck, Nomarar would be fooled. And then, victory.

There was a scream...but it didn't sound committed. He sent in a second grenade, just like the first; the lack of response confirmed his suspicion that the sniper had screamed, bugged out, and turned to wait for him.

He couldn't go forward, as there was no real cover over an absurd distance, and the man was clearly waiting for him to do just that. So instead, he began working his way back, to find somewhere to defend.
Back down the chamber, jink left, then right, then turn left into another chamber...a dead end, with two entrances from where he had come in.
(Great Fault Room on the map).
He found a rock that covered him against fire from either entrance, and set himself up there. Grenade launcher in hand, rifle easily to hand....he would wait. They had to come, eventually. And when they did, they would be shot like rats in a barrel.
Victory would still be his.

OOC: Can you post the link to the map?

OOC: Map (http://www.colossalcave.com/images/cavern_map.gif)

Ayanami crawled to Masuki's tunnel.
"Masuki! Get out!"
"What?"
"The guy's ran off. Get out of there. Can you deactivate these traps?"
"The tripwires, yes. The mines, no."
"Well, do it!"

After Masuki was out, the two looked at each other.
Ayanami bent down and sniffed.
"I can tell he went. The tracks-"
And he pointed.
Putting on the heat-vision goggles, Ayanami turned to Masuki.
"Follow me."
And the two set off to track down the last man.

All the buildings were cleared. 27 and 10 were outside the church. There was their first target dead on the roof. 03, 01, and 69 were on the other side of the church and prepared to clear it. They had no idea that inside the church the whole Frenzia team was waiting in ambush.

"Two-seven and one-oh, take up sniper positions on the roof and cover us as we clear the church."

"Roger."

27 and 10 threw grappling hooks onto the roof and proceded to position themselves to cover the clearing team.

The men inside had no idea what as going on,they were sitting in the basement.They had the backdoor wired with C-4 and now the stairs leading into the basement were also wired with C-4.The men had tipped over bookcases and a desk and made cover in the middle of the room.

Nomara never just waited. He worked out carefully the range at which the enemy would first come into view, so that he could fire at once with the grenade launcher.
And he made sure that to throw a grenade close enough to hit him, the enemy would have to be in his line of sight, by shifting his position a little.

OOC: Can't post again til Sunday evening.

01 placed an explosive device on the church door.
"Clearing!"
The device detonated destroying the lock. 69 kicked open the doors and proceeded to the left corner of the room. The rest of the clearing team rushed to the right. The sniper team on the roof entered the belfry and covered the stairs.

After what seemed like forever, with Ayanami tracking down the last man's footsteps, Ayanami stopped out suddenly.
He quickly dragged Masuki and the two began talking quitely.
"That's a room."
"You sure?"
"I can tell by the way the light is moving. He must be in there."
"Probably camping next to the entrance."
"I can't get him with the rifle. He'll blast me with the fucking launcher the minute I move."
"You dont need to."
Masuki dug in his pouch and grunting, took a gigantic white slab.
Ayanami's eyes widened.
"You're going to-?"
"Yep."
"Well, get to work."

He could hear faint noises outside...but they could be carrying from anywhere. And in any case, to go out after them would negate any advantage he had.
There was one thing he'd forgotten though. His respirator. It lay at his side. He could get it out in half the regulation ten seconds...but who knew what could happen in that time.

After a lot time of Masuki fiddling with various equipment, he stood up.
"It's ready?"
"Yep. However, I think we both need to carry it."
"How much time did you set it up for?"
"10 seconds."
Bending down again, Masuki flipped a switch.
A red light came on, and the timer began to count down from 10.
Immeadiately, both bent down and grabbed one end.
Running to the entrance, they waited until the countdown reached 3.
Then they tossed the package in- and ran. Fast. Very Fast.
Three seconds later, 30 pounds of C4 and 7 High-explosive grenades went off in the Great Fault Room.

OOC: Um, dude...OK so my bloke is going to die...horribly....from that. But I'm 99.x% sure that 30 pounds of C4 and only 3 seconds to run makes your blokes extremely dead as well.
Sooo...is that a score draw or what?

The men heard the explosion upstairs.One of the men waited a few seconds and tossed a frag grenade up the stairs,he then pointed his weapon at the doorway,waiting for someone to come through.

OOC: Map of Church posted in the OOC thread.

IC: The frag ricocheted off the wall and rolled through the pews.

"Just as I thought, there are more here," 03 thought to himself, ducking behind a pew.

69 found cover behind his Tactical shield, although the blast was far from him.
01 also jumped behind a pew.

"The grenade came from down those stairs!" He pointed to the stairs that led to the Church's library.

"Alright, let's send them one of our own HEs."
"Sir, the door is shut down there."
"one-oh, blow that bolt from the door, oh-one will blow the door with an 40mm. Everyone down here will follow him with Smoke, Smoke, Flash, HE, HE, HE. Got that?"
"Roger."

10 stood from the catwalk and prepared to blow the bolt. He fired in semi-auto mode and in a few seconds, the bolt was blown clear off.

Yeah, I guess.
Or it could be I win because I would think that Nomara dies a few milliseconds before the other two, so anyway...
"Game Over"
"Game Over"
Masuki struggled out, a little dizzy from the gigantic explosion.
Well, it looks like he overdid it. But it did mean if he died, the last guy was definitely dead.
Then he saw Ayanami struggle out, too.
Oh, shit-
And that's when Masuki was slapped across the face by a very pissed-off Vlasov.
After enduring a 10 minute rant from the leader (and the accompanying kicks, slaps and punches from the other members, especially very, very angry Ayanami, Masuki decided to go see what would be the result.

OOC: i think neritoka should be the judge of this.

I don't think he's posted in a while.

Yeah, I guess.
Or it could be I win because I would think that Nomara dies a few milliseconds before the other two, so anyway...
"Game Over"
"Game Over"
Masuki struggled out, a little dizzy from the gigantic explosion.
Well, it looks like he overdid it. But it did mean if he died, the last guy was definitely dead.
Then he saw Ayanami struggle out, too.
Oh, shit-
And that's when Masuki was slapped across the face by a very pissed-off Vlasov.
After enduring a 10 minute rant from the leader (and the accompanying kicks, slaps and punches from the other members, especially very, very angry Ayanami, Masuki decided to go see what would be the result.

He had prepared for very many things, but a massive block of C4 was NOT one of them.
Last thought as his virtual body disintegrated?
"Took yourselves out as well...so long suckers."
Coming out of the pod to the applause of his team-mates, he looked with interest for the result.

After beating Masuki up some, (Ayanami tried to hit him with his pistol, but Vlaslov kept him from doing that.) the team decided to form up and meet the other team.
Forming into a pyramid formation, with Vlaslov at the lead, they marched to meet the other team.
Later they would talk with Marshall Morihume, who sat disapprovingly in the seats.

"Colours...incoming." Cameron hissed.
The team formed up into a short line, with Nomara a little way in front.
When the other team halted in front of them, Nomara paced forwards to meet their leader, and offered a handshake.
"Very well played. Colour Sergeant Nomara, Incognitia Marines."

Ignoring the handshake, Vlasov bowed.
However, the wolf head he was wearing slipped off his head and fell on the ground.
Bending down to pick it up, he nodded, and stared,
"I am Nikolai Vlaslov, Commander of the Praetorian Guards. Congratulations. Your team for the most part fought well.
Especially you, Nomara, given you killed me, Bradley, and technically, Ayanami and that ass Masuki."

bump

"Thank you Commander. Was mostly cos I was in the right place at the right time though; any of my lads could of done the same.
What's taking those judges?

Tell you what though, if they can't decide, I'm prepared to put one of my men against one of yours in a decider."

"One on one? An interesting idea.
I think I'm going to confer which one to use for now."
OOC: I'll probably be using Vlaslov.
I've sent Nerotika a telegram.

"Well, that would seem a fairer way to settle things without replaying the whole match."
OOC: I'd use Nomara; the squad know that as well, no need to discuss it.

OOC: Bump for Frenzia (edited my post from before. maps posted in OOC thread. anything wrong, tell me. you may want to check unit positioning and tell me how you want them positioned.)

OOC:Map looks good,positioning is fine.

The men waited.The men could hear the noise of the soldiers combat boots on the floor upstairs.Then the door was blasted off it's hinges and sent flying.Sgt Brook had a plan.He unhooked a flash bang from his tactical vest and ran towards the stairs.Turning around to face the men at the top, he tossed one up and unloaded on fully automatic.He then threw himself back around the corner.He then spoke into his headset.

''Bravo Six,Bravo Six.''

The men knew what this meant and pressed a button to disarm the C-4 trap on the back door.They ran towards the door.

OOC: just to let you know, i didn't put a back door, so we're going to assume that there is a door leading to the ground level behind the green bookcases. There is a flight a stairs that leads to a cellar-like entrace behind the church, that's your backdoor, since the library of the church is underground.
NOTE: the town is filled with mustard gas, just in case you've forgotten. Tell me where your team goes so i can update maps.

IC: 10 saw the man come around the corner, "O shit!" His mind raced, "Grenade!!!" He got down as the man unloaded a clip into the room. 01 - who blew the door with the grenade, was caught off guard. The rest of the team jumped off to the side as the flash bang detonated. 27 who was still in the tower was unaffected and he ran down a tried to suppress towards the door, but it was too late; the Frenzian had taken cover.

When vision came back, 03 called for body check. 10 was fine, as he took cover from the catwalk, as was 27. 69 was by the pews when it happened, he was fine. 03 was good to go.

03 turned and looked for 01. 01 lay bleeding profusely on the carpet. His breath was short and quickly fading. "FUCK!" thought 03.
"Hey buddy, oh-one, you still there?"
"Yes, s- sir."
"Stay with me now, ok? You'll be fine."
69 hurried to them.
"Take his armor off!"
The two tried to stop the bleeding, but he had almost 13 bullets in him.
"We can't save him."
"Oh-one, we'll get those bastards for you."
01 looked up at his team leader and managed to force a smile. "You know, this feels s-so r-real... J-just a-a-a sim-mula-tion... Se-see you laterrr. see you late-" 01's eyes went empty and his corpse gazed on. 03 closed his eyes.

01 saw a flashing red "GAME OVER." He stepped out of the simulator and felt around with his hands; no holes. The Frenzian that 10 took out was sitting on the bench. 01 let out a sigh of disbelief.

During the confusion and the gun fire the team ran to the back door,opened it and got out of there.The Gunner was the last one through and got down behind the bottom of the door frame.He held his machine gun and unloaded on the top of the stairs.At the same time,Sgt Brook ran to the back of the room beside the door,making sure he did not get hit with machine gun fire.He pulled a smoke grenade from his tac vest ann threw it towards the bottom of the stairs.As soon as the smoke covered him the Gunner stopped firing and Sgt Brook slipped out the back door.He then split the men into two groups.The Gunner and Rifleman would stay at the back door and kill anyone who tried to get down the stairs.Sgt Brook and the 2IC would sneak around and come in the front door and kill the men if they had not yet gone down the stairs.