NationStates Jolt Archive

General Lawrence stepped into the briefing room, the usual hush settled over the squad members. Today, he looked haggard, as if he was on the brink of exhaustion. "Ladies and Gentlemen," He said clearing his throat. "This mission is going to be a signifigant break from your regular missions. No zombies." A cheer went around the room. "But, you are going to be dealing with something worse..." He clicked a button on a remote. Satalite imagery flared into life in the center of the room. This is a Black River terrosist camp. This particular camp focuses on the creation of biological weapons, as well as advanced weapon design." He clicked the button again and the image dissolved. "Your mission is simple, get in and shut it down." He walked over to a display case on the far side of the briefing room. This is a modified encased QCS comabt armour, its filters have now been modfied to protect against a wide range of biological threats, amn made and natural. With that, I bid you all good luck." As he started to walk to the exit, they noticied he did somehing he never did on duty, he took out his flask and took a long swig.

Saya stepped up to the general, "Uhm, sir? What kind of things could be worse than zombies"?

General Lawrence grinned. "Have you ever heard of a bio-mech?"

Alan heard the question but didn't pay much attention. He was actually going to have to kill on this mission. With zombies, he was fine. He considered them already dead, so he wasn't killing them. He just had never killed another human being before... at least not close enough to see the look in their eyes as they died. He hoped he could keep that streak going today. He took out a cigarette and started smoking.

Dmitri Jackson was sitting in the corner all by himself. This group had already done two missions, and they were pretty much a family. He was an outsider. Dmitri wondered why he was picked to be part of this group at all. Right after he got out of basic training he was quickly sent to Quarantine/Combat Squad training facility. Dmitri had just finished yesterday, and the next thing he knew he was on a plane to this base. It had been rushed to Dmitri.

All of the people around him had been in real combat. The last time Canadstein was in a war was 134 years ago. So no living Canadsteinian had official ever killed another soldier in combat. He was just a rookie, no he was bellow a rookie. He intently listened to General Lawrence and grasped the next mission, but also kept to himself. Dmitri fixed his red beret, emblem of the Canadstein Army, as he continued to listen.

"Bio-Mech? Never heard of it, the only mech I know of is Mechy. You ever hear of it Cig Boy"?
OOC: What up Cig boy?

"Bio-mechs are nasty buggers. An unholy combination of man and machine in an attempt to create the perfect soldier. Their are two froms, Form one, A heavily mutilated torse of a human with various cybernetics. These are considered failures of the project. And Phase two, fully armour encased, the torso and head remain unscarred, al though the arms and legs have been severed and cybernetic replcements have been integrated into the armour. This phase is the most psycologically stable, retaining its intelligence and devotion to its officers. Both phases are rumourded to be equiped with an experimental weapon. That is alos an objective, seize this new weapon for further research."

"Bio-Mech? Never heard of it, the only mech I know of is Mechy. You ever hear of it Cig Boy"?
OOC: What up Cig boy?

"Never heard of it either." Alan said detachedly. He wasn't much for conversation right now, he was already slipping into his serious mission mode... which didn't happen very often.

OOC: Not much. you?

"Okay then". Saya said, kind of put off by Cig Boys dettahedness. She walked over to Dmitri and held out her hand, "Hi, I'm Saya, whats your name".
OOC: LOL, I'm actually kind of bored.

"Looks like its going to be just you four for now, we'll drop off the rest of your squad later." Said Frank. "C'mon, lets get moving."

OOC: I'm gonna be leaving in a few to eat and then go driving... I'll probably be back later though.

OOC: Well, looks like that makes it 3
IC: "Hey General, are you not going"? She asked. "Hey, She said to Dmitri, "We'll do the intros in the plane, K?" With that, she picked up her katana and sniper rifle, and hopped on the transport.

OOC: All right, we'll have you RP as a spotter for Saya until you come back.

OOC: Cool, Saya gets to tell cig boy what to do. LOL

Dmitri stared blankly at Saya and said nothing. He simply nodded. All of his weapons were checked for problems. 3 grenades were clipped on his belt. He loaded a new magazine into the G3 rifle and P8 pistol. Dmitri got on the plane and quietly sat. He was nervous as hell. Sweat rolled down from his forehead. His beret came off and was stuffed into a pocket. The bare spot was soon replaced with a helmet. Dmitri felt like he was going to throw up.

Derek just realized the time after waking up. He'd had a fair bit of tape to cut, and hadn't yet hunted anything even resembling a zombie. In fact, the only thing he'd killed was time. After quickly grabbing his equipment he dashed out to the transport in the hopes it hadn't left yet...

Frank leaned back. "Strap yourselves in, we're goin' for a ride!" The engines kicked, harder than usual. Assoon as they looked out the window, they saw the cause. The engines had been replaced with jet turbines. 'Sorry for the rough start," Frank said. "Just wanted to open this baby up! Now, when I give the signal, jump."

OOC: Am I on board?

Sayas eyes started to flicker. This Dmitri was just plain rude. "Wait Frank, Dereks comin". She snapped at the pilot.
OOC: You are now, I guess.

Derek dove into the seat nearest him and attempted to look semi-professional while fumbling about with his armfulls of equipment. "Thanks, I thought I might'nt make it."

"You're welcome Derek. Damn Frank, did it have to be so rough? Realise that we are'nt killing noone injures".

" Aw shit..." Frank swore. 'Can't cut the engines, can slow it down and swing it back. Hold on!" He swung the controls wide, the transport lurched to the side and turned around. "Damn fool..." He muttered.

Mick was in the process of dashing out to the landing pad when he saw the transport shoot away.
"Shit, there goes the bus," he muttered to himself, "I'll have to catch the next one over..."
An employee of the facility ran up to him, "Good thing you didn't leave yet sir. You're ammunition and new psitol are here."
"Uh yeah, thanks," Mick responded taking the package. He was still a little miffed he missed the chopper. Upon opening the package that came with the ammunition, he pulled out a revolver. A .357 Magnum revolver. The letters J.T. were annoed into the handle and a note was attached. It read:
Michael Hawkins,
You haven't seen us, but we've certainly been watching you. Enclosed is my personal sidearm. Take care of it, as any damage done to it will be reciprocated to you. Use it well, and look forward to your joining the squad unpon your return. Keep up the good work over there!
James T.
Commanding Officer, Dominion Black Operations Group Alpha

Mick was stunned. In his hands he held the revolver of the man he'd always wanted to meet. Not only that, he was acknowledged! He'd have to make this mission his best, it was exactly the type he trained for: infiltration. Now, how to get there...

OOC:How to get there indeed...

"All right here we go finally..." Frank pulled back on the controls and the transport lifted off. He came back to transport bay and sat down next to Dimitri. "You damm fool!" He said, slugging him so hard in the jaw a small stream of blood erupted from it. "Next time you feel like being late, I won't be so kind!" Ed pointed towards the cockpit. "Who's... flying?" Frank chuckled. "Latest inovation in auto pilot, GPS naviagted."

OOC: Catching up...
IC:
Mick saw abother run out of the building (Dimitri) and noticed the helo swinging around.
"What luck!"
He climbed aboard amidst the cursing of his comrades.
"Yeah, yeah, I know. No tacos before bed anymore," he said with a grin as he holstered his new pistol.

Saya looked at Frank, "I know hes rude, but why'd you hit Dmitri? Dereks the one who missed it".

((>.< how dare you try to get off without mechy))

Mechy had been busy going over the bio-mech papers with interest and hadn't noticed everyone or the transport taking off the first time. However he finally came to his senses and ran out to get on.

(quick post 'cause I don't wanna get ditched)

Dmitri started to throw up a mixture of blood and puke. It smelled awful. The pain could be felt in his jaw. He hoped that it was not broken. Dmitri was angry, but kept his cool. He spoke his first words to the group of soldiers. They were cool and collect. "I wasn't late. It was that guy."

Dmitri pointed toward Derek. He looked at him with his blank stare, though it had a hint of angry and pain.

OOC: Whoops, messed up the names...

"Alright, cyborgs, this is going to be interesting. I assume we should be planting rounds in the center of mass or the head then. Easy targets."

He expected these things to be able to out run the squad, which is what made him pleased, he could hit and kill anthing moving under 45 miles per hour from a half mile. Super-soldiers or not, they were going to die.

"Saya, you needed mags, here ya are, as many as you said you'd need, and a few extra."

He slung his MSG-90, and holstered the XD-45, and then headed to the chopper with his XM-10A2C resting on his shoulder. He racked a round into the chamber and then sat down exactly where he'd been sitting on the last mission.

He fussed with his weapons and equipment. Ensuring that the rounds were perfect, the weapons were immaculate and the sights were zeroed out correctly.

"Saved by the confusion! Score..."

OOC: Just go with it

Rattling shook the frame of the plane. "Whoo boy..." Said Frank, going to the cockpit. "Aw shit..." They heard him mutter, right before the right wing exploded in a ball of fire. "AA flaks.... everyone bail out." He said, checking all the instruments. "And what about you?" Said Ed. "Me? I'll find a sfer spot to ditch, right now, you guys are the main objective for me, so get going." One by one they jumped into the darkness.

"Hey, stopping power isn't a problem anymore," Mick said confidently patting his pistol holster then hefting his rifle, "God have mercy on those suckers, cuz I won't. I'm right at home on this kind of mission."
The plane was then violently jarred and he bailed with everyone else as flak exploded in the air around them. When he hit the ground, he quickly shook himself off and got into a low crouch, his rifle ready. He said quietly over the radio, "OK, maybe not right at home on THAT part of the mission. Everyone, status report and possible contacts."

"Wait you mean we are parachuting down to the ground? No one told me this!" Mechy stated rather loudly. Eugh, He hated Sky diving, And he could guess parachuting would be much the same thing...Just there'd be enemy fire. All this he thought as he bailed out of the plane.

Dmitri still had that puke and blood taste in his mouth when he jumped out. He flew straight down, until he released his parachute. Dmitri's body went straight up. Then he started to flow gently toward the ground. Looking around he saw the other parachutes, he had drifted off course. This was going to be a problem.

Ed turned to look to see the central cabin of the transport burst into flames, he hadn't seen a chute, and now he was just about to hit ground in a hostile situation, seperated from his squad. He hit the ground with a loud thump. In an instant, he had detached the paarchute harness and unslung his assualt rifle. Checking to see if it was loaded with AP rounds, he slowly moved through the woods, hoping to find anyone...

Derek dropped to the ground with muffled cursing as he tried to mantain hold on his rifle. He efficiently detached his parachute and moved off away from his LZ, unslinging his sniper rifle cautiously.

Saya was still kind of dazed, she had'nt gotten the paruchute out quite fast enough, she had just slowed down enough to avoid dying.

Mick was on the move. In this setting, he was right at home. The training he'd recieved from the Balck Ops aided him immensely as he moved silently, as if a specter, over the terrain. He periodically sent out a query on his radio for a status report from any squad member still alive.

Daniel hit the ground lightly, He felt sick to the stomach, He sat against a nearby tree and turned on his Radio Com. "Mechy hit ground, Walking time to base unknown, Position unknown, Anyone near me?" He stated with a laugh.

OOC: woah, way behind.

IC: D4 didn't need to be told twice, and he wasn't going to hang below a canopy and get shot at either. He unclipped form the line and dove into the darkness in freefall. He watched the altimeter as it spun frantically. If everyone was supposed to drop, he wasn't going to be one of the floating ducks. At the last moment he popped the chute and landed in a roll, absorbing the excess speed. He unstrapped from the chute and ensured the LZ was safe for the rest of the squad as they slowly fell in.

Ed continued to creep through the forest. Up ahaed, several twigs snapped, whether this was one of his team or a patrol sent to find them he wasn't sure. He carefully slung his assualt rifle on his back and silently slid the knife from its sheath. He was within visual range of his target, it was a bit short and carried a pistol at the ready with a sniper rifle slung acorss its back. He dashed up silently behind it and pressed his knife against his targets throat. His target reahced around to the back of the helmet and tapped it twice, signaling a friendly. "Glad to see a familar face Saya."

Mick, I'm 25 meters west of you, rendezvousing in 20 seconds.

D4 slid into a position where he could cover Mick.

Saya heard the COM transission, but not his actual voice, "Rodger Mechy, I hear you, but I'm not near your position." She looked warily at the rifle in Eds hand, "Hi Ed, find anyone else in the squad?"

Mick had his night vision on and was coming across two contacts. He crept silently to within ten feet of them and racked a round into his rifle, the only noise he made. He quickly unshouldered his rifle once he realized it was Ed and Saya.
"Sorry bout that guys, night vision's not exactly the best for discerning features with. It's cool Dag, they're friendlies."

"Ah, Saya nice to hear you, My GPS (Another mark of a bad economy and military funding =D) seems to have gone down in the fall, I'm afraid it was unable to survive impact, I should meet up with someone can you direct me towards one?" He called back over the radio, while still sitting against the tree waiting for his stomach to settle.

Derek groggily flicked his com on and whispered into it while questing for a good spot. "Ja, I'm still here."

D4 dropped out of a tree and moved to the small group.

"Before you say anything about me being insane for free falling that, I am, so don't bother."

He watched around them through a thermal scope, ensuring nothing was lying in wait.

"Not yet." he said over the comm. I confirmed splash down of our transport, don't know if Frank made it or not." They continued on trhough the forest Dereks voice came over the comm, strong signal to, very clear. He had to be nearby.

D4 wondered if Frank had made it, he wasn't immensely fond of pilots, begging the question if why he'd joined the ISAF, He took up a trailing position, and covered the team's flanks, sniper rifle ready.

To Mick: "Its okay, just don't make a habit of it".
To Mechy, "I've got you on my GPS, you're southeast of me, Ed, and Mick".

Mick keyed his mic, "Good to hear from ya Derek. You have us on GPS? If not, I can guide you hear."
To Saya, "Don't plan to...much." He flashed a quick smile before adding his rifle to the growing number sweeping the area.

Alan touched down softly and untangled himself from the chute quickly, unholstering his SM-24 rifle. Gazing around he saw nothing for the moment. "Cigs here, all clear."

They continued on to mechys position. "Mechy," Ed asked. "Do you have any experience with high explosives?"

"Ah, and the plot thinkens. First a suicidal para-drop, now high explosives..."

He kept a vigilant watch for anything that shouldn't be in the woods, every so often he though he saw something move, but he couldn't be sure.

"I might have something at our 6, someone with thermal, confirm for me, do a sweep of the area."

"Somewhat, I can set up basic bombs and use grenades pretty much anything else 'xept using a vehicle is out of my league, I'll be sure to take some lessons on it after this mission if you'd like" he stated to Ed who he met while traveling to meet with them.

"There it is again, I need someone to confirm this, I can't get a good look at it."

D4 was ready to shoot it the second it reappeared.

Saya looked around, "I've gotta go find a sniping spot, you can't go without cover". She ran off to look for a likely tree, katana in one hand, and rifle in the other.

"Ah, and the plot thinkens. First a suicidal para-drop, now high explosives..."

He kept a vigilant watch for anything that shouldn't be in the woods, every so often he though he saw something move, but he couldn't be sure.

"I might have something at our 6, someone with thermal, confirm for me, do a sweep of the area."

"Roger Dagger, on it." Alan flipped down his thermal goggles (which he preferred to night vision) and swept the area behind Dags. "Ummm, guys, I'm getting some strange readings here... it's about six feet tall, looks like a human head and chest, but no arms or legs... it's floating on thermal."

"Ah, and the plot thinkens. First a suicidal para-drop, now high explosives..."

He kept a vigilant watch for anything that shouldn't be in the woods, every so often he though he saw something move, but he couldn't be sure.

"I might have something at our 6, someone with thermal, confirm for me, do a sweep of the area."

"Roger," Mick hit a switch on his rifle's integral scope and a small whirring noise was made for a moment as the FLIR activated. He brought the rifle to bear and swept the area behind them, looking for anything not normal.

Derek glanced down at the screen and blinked several times. It seemed to be reading alright. "Well, if you're this here dot, and I'm this one then I'll be there shortly." Derek slinked off towards the glowing point.

"Good, then we'll see you shortly," Mick replied to Derek without taking his eyes off of the view through his scope. "I could almost swear something's there but...nil so far."

"Its dead is what it is."

The supressed sniper rifle chattered as a three round burst caught the thing. Two in the body one in the head.

"Confirming its down."

D4 ran over and shot it point blank to the pistol twice in the face.

"You want its gun, come take it."

"Its dead is what it is."

The supressed sniper rifle chattered as a three round burst caught the thing. Two in the body one in the head.

"Confirming its down."

D4 ran over and shot it point blank to the pistol twice in the face.

"You want its gun, come take it."

"What the hell was it, Dags?" Alan questioned, continuing to search the area with thermals. Being in the woods didn't help any, he continually picked up small animals running around, but now, at least, he knew what shape to look for.

"I'm cool," Mick replied, "Fine with my own hardware. Wait..."
He fired two shots at an area not twenty feet to the left of Dagger 4. The sound of something big crashing through the brush was heard and it concluded with a loud wham as it hit the ground.
"Now where would you be without me?"

"Its one of those bio-mechs, its lost a fair amout of its skull, not armored though. He, it twitched!"

He fired another pistol round into its crushed and smoldering skull.

"Its not twitching anymore."

Derek moved up to the location on his GPS device, keeping an eye out at all times. "Alright, where do you want me?" He surveyed the surroundings while waiting.

He keyed his mic, "Anywhere you won't be vulnerable. For all we know these things may have infrared."

"Its one of those bio-mechs, its lost a fair amout of its skull, not armored though. He, it twitched!"

He fired another pistol round into its crushed and smoldering skull.

"Its not twitching anymore."

Alan nodded grimly and keyed his mic. "Squad, be advised. Bi-mechs are already in the woods, repeat, bio-mechs are already in the woods. And make sure they stay down after you shoot them. Dags reports they have a nasty little habit of staying alive."

Saya really was'nt having fun. When she ran off, she got trapped by five of the things, she had gotten one down with her katana, but damn they were tough! She opened up her com, "Um, guys? Help!"

Saya really was'nt having fun. When she ran off, she got trapped by five of the things, she had gotten one down with her katana, but damn they were tough! She opened up her com, "Um, guys? Help!"

"Affirmative, I have you on GPS. Inbound." Mick bolted through the brush navigating with his night vision and thermal scope. He stopped a frew yards from the location of the biomechs. He got into a crouch and fired. All that was heard was a quick series of light coughs and the mechs dropping one by one.

"Well, I guess that's as good as anywhere." Derek started running off towards Saya with is weapon in arm.

"En route."

D4 charged after Saya, he was not losing a squadmate to a 'super-soldier'.

"Duck"

He fired a sustained string of rounds, pounding the creaures with 7.62 AP. 3 dropped in a pool of gore and hydraulic fluid.

Ed dashed up to the corpse. It was just like General Lawrence had described, thourhgly encased in armour. he pried off its helmet and underneath was a Human face, alebeit, with a large hole in the middle. He grabbed the gun out of its hands, it was extremly heavy. He had to dropp it. "I'm going to mark this point with a marker so we can pick it up. In the meantime, we need to take out those AA guns, else they'll shred the next aircraft here to shreds!"

Ed dashed up to the corpse. It was just like General Lawrence had described, thourhgly encased in armour. he pried off its helmet and underneath was a Human face, alebeit, with a large hole in the middle. He grabbed the gun out of its hands, it was extremly heavy. He had to dropp it. "I'm going to mark this point with a marker so we can pick it up. In the meantime, we need to take out those AA guns, else they'll shred the next aircraft here to shreds!"

"Get me to them with cover and high explosives, and they won't be bothering anyone else." Alan said, standing next to Ed, thermal goggles still on, still scanning.

Saya finished the last one, "Thanks, lets get going. I'm sticking with the group from now on."

"Good idea," Mick said with barely a whisper. He was like a completely different person. His training had kicked in and all humor in face had vanished. "We should keep moving, I'm picking up more on thermal and we're not even at the base."

"Well, that burned some calories needlessly..." Derek turned about upon seeing the downed meks and took up a position in a ditch.

OOC: Can anyone give me an update please? I"ve been gone for a while.

IC:
John followed the other's in his CSOCOM Armor, and he caught up to Mick and said, as he charged his FN F2000, "I'm ready to rumble, I will watch your back if you watch mine."

Saya sighed, realising her rifle would'nt do much good, so she kept he katana out, "This is going to suck". She ran off after the rest of the squad.

OOC: Can anyone give me an update please? I"ve been gone for a while.

IC:
John followed the other's in his CSOCOM Armor, and he caught up to Mick and said, as he charged his FN F2000, "I'm ready to rumble, I will watch your back if you watch mine."

OOC: We'll just say you jumped out of the plane when it was hit and just rejoined the group.
IC:
"Roger that. Good to see you. I think that makes everyone from the squad accounted for. The base is..." He checked his GPS, "This way. Let's roll, I'll take point."

D4 ran up and executed the still twitching abominations. 1 round in the skull each, leaving only a smoldering macabre ash tray behind. He looked at Saya.

"What's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this, eh? Seriously though, we should probably move as a group, too dangerous to be out here alone."

He scanned the area for anything that was comprised of a floating torso that needed a 7.62 attitude adjustment.

Dmitri figured out that he had drifted about two miles away from the intended drop site. He had no earthly idea where he was. Dmitri kept his cool, until he found out that he had accidental crushed his radio. Now he was stuck here with out any idea where the rest of the group was located. Dmitri looked around at the surrounding forest. He heard the calls of wild animals. Quickly he hid his parachute and checked his weapons. Dmitri's hands tightly gripped his G3 as he ventured North into the forest.

OOC: Well, Saya just about died, along with just about everyone else, we encountered some bio mech, and now we want some explosives.

"I got a plan." Said Ed. he removed his IFF tracker, activated its boradcast mode, and set it down. "Get me some C4." He said. Mechy handed him a stachel charge filled with it. He tore a peice of paper off from a small pcoket notebook, scriblled something on it, and stuck it to the stachel charge. He handed Saya the detonator. "Find a godd spot to watch it from, when they get here, detonate it." Already they heard the crashing of several dozen infantry units scrambling through the foliage. "Okay, move!" Saya found a safe spot and zoomed in on the note. She could barely make it out. Word to the Wise. It read. Fire is bad. They crashed through the brush, and she detonated it.

"I got a plan." Said Ed. he removed his IFF tracker, activated its boradcast mode, and set it down. "Get me some C4." He said. Mechy handed him a stachel charge filled with it. He tore a peice of paper off from a small pcoket notebook, scriblled something on it, and stuck it to the stachel charge. He handed Saya the detonator. "Find a godd spot to watch it from, when they get here, detonate it." Already they heard the crashing of several dozen infantry units scrambling through the foliage. "Okay, move!" Saya found a safe spot and zoomed in on the note. She could barely make it out. Word to the Wise. It read. Fire is bad. They crashed through the brush, and she detonated it.

OOC: Ok... dude, just stop. Please. Don't roleplay other characters but your own... you've got 3 already, isn't that enough? Doing that... that's just not cool man, not cool. If you keep it up, I'm out, I'm just saying that right now.

Once the smoke cleared, Mick looked around and made a realization as he scanned the area, "No need for semi anymore." He switched his DM-32 to three round burst.

"Do not tell me I'm seeing what I think I'm seeing. I think the XM-10 is about to get a workout."

He slung the rifle and readied the carbine. As he shouldered it he seemed to change, from a sniper to a hardcore shooter. The look on his face changed from detatched to aggressive, his stance took on a European style, leaned forward with the weapon out of his shoulder, and he began glancing around in an unnerving fashion.

((and since when does mechy have C4? He's a mechanic not a bomb expert...I said he knew how to use simple ones...C4 is simple though))

John nodded and followed Mick, grippin his FN F2000 tightly and said "Thank god there's air condtioning in this thing. This will be a test of the new equipment." His helmet alerted him to a hostile mech to his 2 o'clock, he switched his FN F2000 to auto, and fired 4 burst's at the mech, expolding it's head, and killing it.

OOC: All right, my bad.

OOC: Ambrose has a good point, its okay to give stuff, but unless they're not online, let them do the rest.
Saya sat up in her tree and wached the fireworks, she finally drew her rifle, and started shooting anything that was'nt a friendly.

Ducking down behind some rocks as the C4 went off, Alan flipped up his goggles, switched his rifle to three round bursts, and started unleashing hell at the bio-mechs. He continued firing until he ran out of ammo, then ducked back down, ejecting the ammo box and drawing another one. Before he fired again, he drew a cigarette and lit it, drawing in a long pull as he fired again.

Ed tossed a satchel charge at Mechy. "You and me are going up to bloe those AA guns. Now whats with that look? Most of the soldiers gaurding them are dead."

Once the bio-mechs closed in enough D4 began firing. His training kicked in and he instinctively placed a double-tap in the chest, and a single round in the face. The 6.5 Grendel rounds punched through the armor murderously.

He was standing less than 10 feet form the other shooters, he heard a clunk behind him and whirled around in time to see a bio-mech bearing down on him.

"You do not FLANK ME."

He fired a concerted string into its skull. It fell where it stood.

Saya heard the conversation and started working on taking the remaining gaurds, "There Mechy, is that better"?

Mick looked in the direction Dagger 4 was facing. Calmly, all too clamly, he removed his silencer and raised his rifle. The first signature that crossed his sights, he homed in and loosed three 6.72 rounds into its skull. The creatures head disintegrated as it slumped to the ground. He then acquired a new target, repeating the process. He was getting frustrated, the stealth aspect, his specialty, was out the window. He unholstered the .357, cocked the hammer back, and fired. A loud boom sounded as another mech dropped.
Without looking away, he said, "We should get to that base. No use staying out here wasting our ammo."

"Agreed, someone call for evac as soon as those damned guns are down."

He continued to fire dropping the creatures before him. Then he heard it.

"ping ping ping"

It looks like the armored ones are here guys!"

Mick looked in the direction Dagger 4 was facing. Calmly, all too clamly, he removed his silencer and raised his rifle. The first signature that crossed his sights, he homed in and loosed three 6.72 rounds into its skull. The creatures head disintegrated as it slumped to the ground. He then acquired a new target, repeating the process. He was getting frustrated, the stealth aspect, his specialty, was out the window. He unholstered the .357, cocked the hammer back, and fired. A loud boom sounded as another mech dropped.
Without looking away, he said, "We should get to that base. No use staying out here wasting our ammo."

"Roger that, Mick. Cover me." Alan pulled his SM-24 over his shoulder and then pulled out his shotgun. Smiling broadly, cig still hanging from his mouth, he advanced at a quick walk, pumping shells out at the bio-mechs, starting to clear a path.

John fired at another enemy mech, and said to Mick, "I prefer killing these then zombie's, they are less creepy. Ah, another one." These word's, he uttered when he saw another one pop up, and he fired at the mech killing it.

((Oh well, I'll go along with magic C4))

Mechy hadn't used a single shot yet, When they got in he'd do more, But for now the others seemed to handle it quite well. Of course inside the snipers would be nearly useless, And everyone else wouldn't be taking all the targets. Now if he only had a black tuxedo...then everything would be alright.

Of course for now he'd take down those AA guns, The others would be running out of ammo soon if he didn't. He set the charges down and began running away as the timer ticked down to zero.

((=D))

Saya turned her atttention from the ones gaurding the AAs and started to cover cig boy, and once she was sure he was safe, used the last bullet from her clip to shoot the cig from his mouth, and began to reload.

"I got you Buddy."

Dagger 4 advanced on Alan's left wing, firing away from the rapidly emptying mag. Suddenly another terrible sound. 'clack'

"Loading."

He loaded a new mag as quickly as possible and continued moving into the wall of enemies.

Something ripped past his head, in the wrong direction.

"What the hell was that?"

A loud boom was heard, reverberating through the forest.
"That's our cue ladies and gents! Haul ass! Run and gun! I'm on point!" He took the lead and began proceeding to the base and plugging any mech in his way. He noticed a metallic ping as his round bounced off of one.
Shit, talk about your bad days...at least the chrome domes could be penetrated...
He pulled the .357 and fired. The round penetrated. Barely. The mech staggered a bit and then fell over.
And that was point blank too...

John covered Mick's back and said "I am watching your back pal, duck now!" He ducked as something flew past him and Mick, and he realized these mech's had armor he yelled to D-4 "These new mech's are armored. we need evac now and soon or the QCS will be a legend in the stories!"

Something else lumbered through the woods. Whatever it was, it tore down trees in its path. Finally visual conact was made. Thermal Scans confirmed it, it wasn't human. AP rounds that didn't hit straight on were relfected, rounds that did got through didn't seem to do a thing. It continued forward, a blue light charging in its right arm. Eds insticts kicked in, he tried as desperatly as he could to find cover. Whatever this thing was, it was locked onto him. It finally let lose the blast, it barely grazed Ed, yet managed to short every single one of his suit systems and pulled him into the inky blackness of unconsiouness. The last thing he saw befroe he blacked out was a green flare followed by the scream of fighters over the AA guns.

Dmitri scanned the area. He chugged down some water from his canteen. So far he had been walking for forty minutes and still he found nothing. No light. No people. No civilization. Just this damn deserted forest. Dmitri was currently taking a five minute break. This was probably the worst way to start his first mission. Getting stuck in the woods, with no other squad members around. Hearing the shriek of some animal, Dmitri thought it was time to move on.

Alan wasn't too happy to get his cig shot out of his mouth. He'd talk to Saya about it later. Right now there were bigger problems, namely the fact that now armored mechs were coming, something armored and certainly not human was coming with them, and Ed was down for the count. "Mechy! Get back! Now!" Alan yelled as he ran towards the both of them, snapping off a shot into a mech's head as he ran past.

"Roger, its time for a little meet and greet."

He ran right with Mick, firing ahead, a single errant round caught a weak point a mk-2's throat.

"Throats, shoot for their throats!" He fired away wishing this mission was over more every second.

"Find me a bird, I can probably get us outta here. Mechy, you know how to fly?"

He fired away as he advanced, wondering why this ha gone to hell so quickly.

John yelled to Alan "We need evac now, they sent us here to kill us I know it, we can't seem to stop these guy's, I am no coward, but I recognize when an enemy doesn't go down after 5 shot's, it's time to run like a bat out of hell."

Mick turned to the source of the bright light, "What in God's name..."
He turned and let loose a burst into the thing's head. The shots were dead on, but didn't seem to phase it.
"Well, now that it's thoroughly pissed at me," He fired the remaining four rounds of his cylinder into the hole he'd made with the rifle. Then he dove for cover and prepared for the worst.

Saya saw Ed taken out and turned her fire on the unknown, and was surprised when her sniper rifle bullets did'nt seem to do a thing.

Mechy was busy inspecting the bio-mechs from a safe and somewhat hidden distance, He shrugged when Alan told him to get back, He had one satchel left, Switching the timer on he tossed it onto the nearest bio mech and started running away. From his inspections he could tell it wouldn't be able to remove the bomb.

As the boom sounded He started to reply, "Mabye, It wasn't in my training but Microsoft Flight Simulator should allow me enough knowledge" he laughed, it was true it was pretty into it.

John followed Mick into some cover and said "We need an evacuation out of this place maybe we could find some transportation?"

A chopper flew low over the forest, and several rappeling lines dropped. From the chopper slid several troops dressed in QCS combat gear, less advance then waht the squad was wearing, but still very distinctive. AP rounds pounded it, and finally it gave a groan of machinery and fell. Over the radio came several reports, namely, all adressed at squad two.

Mechy's pack had fallen on the ground at some point and Alan picked it up as he ran. Bullets weren't affecting this thing, and if it wasn't taken down, or at least slowed, they were all dead. Still firing with one hand on the shotty, Alan reached in a pulled out the C4. The thing, whatever it was, was still advancing on Ed. Alan flung the C4 and it hit the beast, landing at its feet. It turned from Ed for a second and fired off a round of some coursing blue energy thing at Alan. He dove, dropping his shotgun, which the blast fried. "You piece of shit." Alan swore. "I liked that gun." Pulling out his rifle, he fired three shots at the C4, which exploded. The shock wave hit him before he could react, and he was thrown back up against a tree, descending into unconsciousness.

OOC: nvm... disregard I guess... damn this needs to be more organized.

Dmitri looked up the sky and saw the green flare. He at least he knew that he was going in the right direction. Though while he continuted to walk he thought that he heard something lumbering through the woods. Dmitri stopped for a moment and listened. Whatever it was it must have been large. Dmitri stood motionless for a minute and thought. He needed to help his squad, thats if they were still alive.

John said to Mick "Some more QCS troop's have arrived, maybe the chopper's will take us out of here." He still kept on firing at the enemy, and he finally took one down with a neck shot.

Mechy's pack had fallen on the ground at some point and Alan picked it up as he ran. Bullets weren't affecting this thing, and if it wasn't taken down, or at least slowed, they were all dead. Still firing with one hand on the shotty, Alan reached in a pulled out the C4. The thing, whatever it was, was still advancing on Ed. Alan flung the C4 and it hit the beast, landing at its feet. It turned from Ed for a second and fired off a round of some coursing blue energy thing at Alan. He dove, dropping his shotgun, which the blast fried. "You piece of shit." Alan swore. "I liked that gun." Pulling out his rifle, he fired three shots at the C4, which exploded. The shock wave hit him before he could react, and he was thrown back up against a tree, descending into unconsciousness.

OOC: nvm... disregard I guess... damn this needs to be more organized.

((I said satchels not X4 he has c4 apparently))

Mick heard the chatter and looked at John, "Dunno about a way out, but it seems the cavalry's here to die alongside us. How kind of the good general!"
He slapped a mag into his rifle and opened up on the big one again.
I shouldn't need two clips to kill this thing! When I get back we're having a long talk about shore leave, general...

D4 burst out, "Thank you Jesus, Mary and Joseph!" He kept firing and opened a com channel with Squad 2, can you guys get us outta here? As you can see, we're kinda SOL at the moment."

"No problem," Said the pilot. "Get your man on board first. Then squad 2 will take over."

((I said satchels not X4 he has c4 apparently))

OOC: No worries... this whole thing needs to be reorganized anyways... so we all know what weapons we all have, and where people are... I thought you were up near the machine thing with Ed, I guess I was wrong.

Saya finally got a head shot in the thing, after it had lumbered through the explosion. She saw the choppers, jumped down from the tree while unsheathing the katana and ran torwards them.

"Hold that thought, I think we're getting a pickup! I'm all for courage, but this is ridiculous!" Mick helped John up and took a last, long burst at the big 'thing' and took off toward the chopper, firing as he went. He loaded up six more rounds into the .357 and six more mechs went down. He was almost at the chopper...

John said to Mick "Let's go and get in the chopper, and leave this place, I'll cover you run, go go GO!" He fired a covering burst',and as soon as he told mick to run, John ran as fast as he could, and climbed up behind Mick, into the helicopter, and said "Thank you men, you'll find dangerous opponet's down there, one word of advice, shoot them in the neck, they're most vulnerable there." He was extremley thankful for the calvary, "That good General..." He thought as he sat down in the helicopter.

Firing back at the bio-mechs D4 covered the squad as the headed for the chopper. If anyone was going to die here, it was going to be the guy with almost nothing to lose, not the freaking kids.

John finally got in the chopper and fired a covering burst from his F2000 from the open door of the helicopter as Mick climbed up into the chopper, and he said "I am thankful to be headed back to the breakroom let me tell ya! I'll buy you a drink and food from the vending machine's, thank you for helping me so far in the QCS friend Mick, you're a true pal."

As she ran by, Saya stopped by Dag and grabbed his arm, "Come on Dag, lets go, almost everyones in the chopper now".

Ed woke up just in time to see Squad 2 dragging him towards the evac chopper. The damn bio-mech just wouldn't go down. "One last option..." Muttered the pilot over the radio. And the world went balck again.

Mick took up a position in the doorway of the chopper. He was hip shooting his rifle and had his pistol in his right hand. He kept up as good a covering fire as he could while the rest got in.
God help Squad 2, poor bastards...
"Ladies and gents, I hereby declare this mission FUBAR!"

The chopper lifted off with everyone on board. An IFF veiwer was set up on the back of the pilots seat. One by one, they winked out.

He relented to Saya's suggestion as opposed to dying making sure everyone made it. He shifted onto the ramp and continued to fire. He'd be damned if that thing out there got too close to this chopper.

John took off his helmet briefly, wiped his head with a wet mop, and put his helmet back on, and turned on the A/C inside his "Halo" suit, as his friend's dubbed it. He clapped Mick on the back and said "Another close shave eh? I am looking forward to getting back to the break room."

Once the chopper was in the air, Mick ripped off his helmet. Despite the climate control his chest was heaving and he was sweating bullets. God knows there were none left in his guns.
"Damn, my prayers are with Squad 2. God rest those brave souls. And here...here I thought this one'd be easier."

OOC: Yeah I'd guess so, we're RP'ing the flight back to the breakroom right now.

Mechy (who somehow had gotten into the pilot cockpit and was making sure to note down everything in his head for takeoffs...Just in case) went to the back and asked loudly, "So did anyone else have fun?"

OOC: Is the mission over?
Saya glared at Mechy, "Would you have fun using a katana against super soilders"?

John said to Mick "Yeah, God be with Sqaud Two, they don't know what they're facing, Mick, I'll buy you food and drink's at the breakroom tonight. Thank you for covering me on the way to the chopper, you are the definition of a true friend."

Mick picked a stray shell casing out of his dump bag and weakly threw it at Mechy between gulps of water.

OOC: Partialy. As you know, Squad 2 was busy getting themselves exterminated by the bio-mech. I'll continuethis story line later, until then. I've got a better idea for a mission.

John said to Mick "Yeah, God be with Sqaud Two, they don't know what they're facing, Mick, I'll buy you food and drink's at the breakroom tonight. Thank you for covering me on the way to the chopper, you are the definition of a true friend."

"Hey man, not a problem. We gotta be in this together. We wouldn't be in this chopper if we weren't. We ever get time off, you and your family's more than welcome to come to the Dominion and pay a visit. The Government Complex has been standing since the founding of the Dominion a thousand years ago. In my opinion, it's the highlight of the Capital."

John took off his helmet, now that they'd left the warzone and said weakly, after he finished a bottle of water, "Thank you Mick ,I'll invite you to San Diego our capital, to the special op's center, if we get time off, maybe we could have lunch or something. God rest those brave soul's of Squad Two Mick, thank god we're out of that place."

Dmitri watched as the helicopter flew off. He was now trapped in this godforsaken forest. Now it was time to truly panic. Dmitri dropped down as he got to the edge of the forest. Looking through his binoculars he saw that the camp had been completely destroyed.

"I guess they destroyed the camp."

It was a pretty horrific sight for Dmitri. Bodies were all over the place. The AA guns were smoldering. Also he could see the mech type things the General had talked about. Dmitri looked up toward the stars and continued back into the forest. That camp gave him the creeps.

"The only easy day is yesterday Mick, didn't they teach you that in training?"

D4 was perched near the door, watching for anything that would threaten the chopper.

"God, I hope Frank's alive... and if you ask me if I had fun down there again, then we'll have a problem. No offense."

He scanned the skyline for anything abnormal. It looked clear, and thermal confirmed it.

Finally, half way back to base, the stress caught up with him. He collapsed to the deck, unconscious. He didn't really remember the rest of the flight, all he knew was that the next thing he remembered was being in the medical bay of the base, with an oxygen mask on.

OOC: Can mission four wait? I've gotta go pretty damn soon.

"Geesh, This is a sour company, Fighting human sized robots and we get a bunch of people complaining 'cause they didn't have strong enough bullets to pierce the armor" Mechy 'humphed.

Mick turned to John, "I'd like that."

OOC: Same here, gotta go.

OOC: Well... maybe. If you remember D4 collasped from exhaustion and my charcter got zapped, so the QCS barracks will be about stuff in between.

OOC: Also how Dmitri is kind of not there.

OOC: I think the chopper left without you. That's definitely a whole new level of bad, but Squad 2 is there, maybe he'll make it back with them. How did we manage this?

OOC: Yeah, how could we've missed Dmitri, let's just have him come back with Squad 2?

OOC: You wandered off towards the AA guns and got left behind in the scramble to destroy this thing. Don't worry, we'll do a rescue operation as a sub-mission.

OOC: No he drifted off from the drop zone.

OOC: Either way, we'll get you back. No one gets left behind.

OOC: Yeah, we'll get you back safe and sound, like Slaughter said, we won't let anyone get left behind.

OCC: where can i sign up for this?