Congazo
29-10-2006, 21:28
-Somewhere in the Jungles of Congazo....-
The wooden shack in the middle of the rainforest seemed deathly silent. The hum-drum of natural noises, birds skeeking and insects buzzing, seemed deafning loud in comparison to what ever noice was coming from outside that derelict building. Jungle vine was creeped up along its panels, staining the brown wood green in parts.
Inside, two men were sat down, silently cleaning their AK 74 rifles. They were clothed in green jungle camo uniforms, cheap looking but good for the job. Wide rimmed hats were on their heads as they worked, sweat dripping from their brows and falling to the floor.
Nearby was a backpack style radio. For a few seconds, as the two soldiers organised the stripped weapons by their boots, it crackled to life. Kzzzt, kzzt it went, a sharp noise that seemed to echo around the featureless room.
"Kzzt... Sergeant Keller come in.... Sergeant Keller come in, this is Liutenant Grey.."
One of the men, the shorter, but stockier of the two, let his green eyes move over to the radio. Picking up the mouth piece, he pushed on a red button with thin fingers. "This is Sgt Keller reporting sir, go on.."
"Kzzt... Keller, get your arse back to base, you got new orders. Out.."
With that, Keller put the mouth piece down, turning to the other soldier. His skin was darker than Keller's, his body slightly lanky as well. Black hair stranded down slightly from under his hat. "Keep an eye on this, will ya?" Keller barked out to him, the man nodding as his blue eyes moved to the radio set.
Taking a few minutes to put his AK back together, the Sergeant adjusted his unmarked uniform, loosening the buttons to get some air around his skin. It was hot that day, atleast 30 degrees celcius. Taking his rifle, the man got up to his feet, and walked out of the doorless exit.
---Some hours later.--
Corperal Stella yawned, the heat making him feel tired as he looked out from his guard post. It was nothing more than a glorified outhouse toilet, without the toilet but with the smell, in the middle of the hot rainforest. Behind it, along the jungle path, was an encampment of wood buildings. A small sign on the front displayed a red shield with a dagger pointed downward. A skull was prominant infront of the dagger, the regimental symbol of the Congazo Long Range Patrol Regiment (LRPR, or 'The Lurpers'), the equivillent of the nation's Special Forces.
Noticing someone aproaching down the path, Stella walked out onto the dirt, his black boots scrapping some stones out of the way. He let his AN-94 tap slightly against his leg, the leather rifle strap swaying loose. "Identify yourself.." he called out, knowing that since the Lurpers didn't have any identifying marks, they hd to identify by voice.
"Sergeant Keller, 25227278" the man called back, moving toward the corperal. The man gave him a quick salute, letting the senior NCO pass by without another word.
After a few minutes, Keller made his way into a small tent in the middle of the encampment, sharply saluting a grey haired individual inside. "Sah!" he called out, before standing casually again. "Sergeant... You have new orders, this time, from the top. It seems your personal knowledge of setting up.... Revelotionary units in hostile territory will be needed.."
Liutenant Grey handed him a brown envelope, too new looking to be part of the regiment's own stocks. Opening the cardboard, Keller took out a small collection of white papers, reading the text.
"You are to go with one other soldier to the nation of Hurtful Thoughts, without weapons or uniform, and set up a revolutionary force there. You will be given your targets via the internet, so get yourself a laptop while you're there. You'll also be serving as our eyes and ears, so take down as much information as possible. If you're caught, you have one piece of equipment, a cyanide pill, which you are to carry at all times on your person. Change into some casual clothes, and get on the first plane from Capitol Airport and get to your desitnation via their national airline. No weapons, no uniform, just clothes. You'll be given a credit card with a large starting account. That's all we can supply you with, money, and even that's not unlimited."
Nodding, Keller handed the document back, before watching as Grey handed him a tiny silver locket. It contained the cyanide capsul. "I won't fail you, or the country sir.." he said softly, his green eyes blinking.
"You'd best not.." Grey replied, before dismissing him...
OOC: Sorry for the long intro, but since not much is known of this nation of mine, I have to reveal things on the ball so no one's confused. Ok, you can RP maybe some kind of intelligence gig getting a wiff of the plan if you like, or what ever..
The wooden shack in the middle of the rainforest seemed deathly silent. The hum-drum of natural noises, birds skeeking and insects buzzing, seemed deafning loud in comparison to what ever noice was coming from outside that derelict building. Jungle vine was creeped up along its panels, staining the brown wood green in parts.
Inside, two men were sat down, silently cleaning their AK 74 rifles. They were clothed in green jungle camo uniforms, cheap looking but good for the job. Wide rimmed hats were on their heads as they worked, sweat dripping from their brows and falling to the floor.
Nearby was a backpack style radio. For a few seconds, as the two soldiers organised the stripped weapons by their boots, it crackled to life. Kzzzt, kzzt it went, a sharp noise that seemed to echo around the featureless room.
"Kzzt... Sergeant Keller come in.... Sergeant Keller come in, this is Liutenant Grey.."
One of the men, the shorter, but stockier of the two, let his green eyes move over to the radio. Picking up the mouth piece, he pushed on a red button with thin fingers. "This is Sgt Keller reporting sir, go on.."
"Kzzt... Keller, get your arse back to base, you got new orders. Out.."
With that, Keller put the mouth piece down, turning to the other soldier. His skin was darker than Keller's, his body slightly lanky as well. Black hair stranded down slightly from under his hat. "Keep an eye on this, will ya?" Keller barked out to him, the man nodding as his blue eyes moved to the radio set.
Taking a few minutes to put his AK back together, the Sergeant adjusted his unmarked uniform, loosening the buttons to get some air around his skin. It was hot that day, atleast 30 degrees celcius. Taking his rifle, the man got up to his feet, and walked out of the doorless exit.
---Some hours later.--
Corperal Stella yawned, the heat making him feel tired as he looked out from his guard post. It was nothing more than a glorified outhouse toilet, without the toilet but with the smell, in the middle of the hot rainforest. Behind it, along the jungle path, was an encampment of wood buildings. A small sign on the front displayed a red shield with a dagger pointed downward. A skull was prominant infront of the dagger, the regimental symbol of the Congazo Long Range Patrol Regiment (LRPR, or 'The Lurpers'), the equivillent of the nation's Special Forces.
Noticing someone aproaching down the path, Stella walked out onto the dirt, his black boots scrapping some stones out of the way. He let his AN-94 tap slightly against his leg, the leather rifle strap swaying loose. "Identify yourself.." he called out, knowing that since the Lurpers didn't have any identifying marks, they hd to identify by voice.
"Sergeant Keller, 25227278" the man called back, moving toward the corperal. The man gave him a quick salute, letting the senior NCO pass by without another word.
After a few minutes, Keller made his way into a small tent in the middle of the encampment, sharply saluting a grey haired individual inside. "Sah!" he called out, before standing casually again. "Sergeant... You have new orders, this time, from the top. It seems your personal knowledge of setting up.... Revelotionary units in hostile territory will be needed.."
Liutenant Grey handed him a brown envelope, too new looking to be part of the regiment's own stocks. Opening the cardboard, Keller took out a small collection of white papers, reading the text.
"You are to go with one other soldier to the nation of Hurtful Thoughts, without weapons or uniform, and set up a revolutionary force there. You will be given your targets via the internet, so get yourself a laptop while you're there. You'll also be serving as our eyes and ears, so take down as much information as possible. If you're caught, you have one piece of equipment, a cyanide pill, which you are to carry at all times on your person. Change into some casual clothes, and get on the first plane from Capitol Airport and get to your desitnation via their national airline. No weapons, no uniform, just clothes. You'll be given a credit card with a large starting account. That's all we can supply you with, money, and even that's not unlimited."
Nodding, Keller handed the document back, before watching as Grey handed him a tiny silver locket. It contained the cyanide capsul. "I won't fail you, or the country sir.." he said softly, his green eyes blinking.
"You'd best not.." Grey replied, before dismissing him...
OOC: Sorry for the long intro, but since not much is known of this nation of mine, I have to reveal things on the ball so no one's confused. Ok, you can RP maybe some kind of intelligence gig getting a wiff of the plan if you like, or what ever..