NationStates Jolt Archive

General Lwrence walked into the breifing room, the all familiar silence feel over it as sson as he walked in. He sighed and leaned on the podium. "As of 0700 hours today, the QCS officialy doesn't exist." He clicked a button on the remote and a holographic image of a senate hearing appeared. "The allied nations have deemed them a liability, and the lack of evidence of the undead "threat" has us disbanded." He threw the remote onto the floor, it clattered and slid over to where they sat. "As of today, we have been removed from all military backing, we are to be regarded as hostile by any unit in the allied nations and will be treated as such. From now on, its us against the whole world." He walked over and picked up the remote, clicking it again. A holographic porjection of a ship appeared. "This is the UNS (Union Naval Ship) Socrates, a prototype research vessel. A sample of the virus was on board for study, as of 0630 this morning, we lost conatct. The last report was of 'violent insanity' from several members of the crew, leading to the deaths of several crew men. Its now sitting twenty miles of the coast of UHC. UHC is the only nation that has not declared the QCS to be disbanded, therefore, we're in luck." He clicked the remote again, and a satalite image appeared. "As you can see, the Union navy has a premiter around the vessle, if our mission fails, they will sink the boat with extreme force. Our objectives are to destroy the infected crewmen and secure the ship for a borading part of marines. Those are your orders. Move out."

Dagger-5 looked at the general with a mixture of shock and terror.

"What do you mean we're disbanded, that we're to be deemed hostile?"

Dagger-4 was equally disconcerted.

"What do you mean, seure for boarding, if we're to kill the crew, what's the point of sending a boarding party, can't we do it ourselves."

The two Daggers tried to make sense of the situation, the slightest of gestures confirmed their feeling, this had to be some sort of roose, Shenyang wouldn't have sent D5 if they were going to pull support, and for that matter, Shenyang was one of the nations which was occasionally hit by outbreaks of the disease. Something was very wrong. Dagger-5 decided they might as well know how many they'd be facing.

"What was the crew compliment aboard at time of last contact? I don't think anyone wants to walk into another situation like the past several ops, from what I've heard."

"Also," Dagger-4 chimed in, "is this an aerial insertion, or are we going to be boarding via small vessels? We'll need intel on the layout of the ship, a cargo list might help as well. Before you say anything sir, with all due respect, if we don't have this intel, Dagger Team isn't going. The last several operations have been nearly disasterous because we went in with too little intel."

"Agreed, we'll need to know everything you can give us on the situation. CQC with the undead, sorry 4, isn't a situation you go into without as much intel as possible. Hell, normally its about as insane as missions get, but short on intel, its a damned suicide mission.

Dagger-4 was reconfiguring his XM-10A2, he attached an EOTech HOLOsight, an AIMPOINT 3xMAg, an LAM, and a 'paint can' supressor (a short, wide supressor, like the one on the 552 in SOCOM 2, my name for it)

The general sighed. "Having the squad disbanded and deemed hostile by almost every nation in the AN doesn't make this easier." He looked directly at Dagger 4. "Having it misunderstood by a QCS soldier is another. Were only going to destroy the INFECTED crewmen, any uninfected crewmen will be offloaded. Be aware, this situation will be a close combat nightmare, the halls of ships aren't exactly friednly to rifles." He clicked a button on the remote. "This is the UNS Harbinger, a battleship class vessle and currently opperating outside AN docturine. She'll drop you guys in a small boarding craft, from there, the mission is what you make of it. As for intel, shes a research vessle, the manifest shows various ammounts of biological hazards in deep freeze, as well as prototype weapons in the armoury." He clicked the remote again, a schematics for the ship appeared. "This is the total layout for the UNS Socrates, five decks, several rooms each. Secure the bridge and top deck first, then move down. Be advised, if the navy gets a bit jumpy, there sending a whole bunch of marines your way with shoot on sight orders, and by shoot on sight I mean go for the head first then check."

"I somehow doubt there'll be anyone left alive sir. Unless the un-infected crew managed to lock themelves into secure areas in time, I doubt we'll be seeing many of them outside of our sights. But, hey, whatever, I'm all for hoping for the best. 4, maybe we should get going before you get yourself in trouble."

The Daggers got up and headed for the chopper, heavilly laden with ammunition and grenades.

"Onboard a ship. Damn, this is gonna be a ***** to pull off, on top of that, we've got unknown threats, unknown numbers, and a god damned navy carrier group waiting for the first sign of trouble to send marines in to kill everything and everyone. Will we get in trouble if we kill the marines?"

"Probably 5, probably. Guess we'll just have to get this done before the Navy can get worried. You're taking the TAR this time out?"

"Smallest thing I got, short of the MP-7, AP rounds, LAM, HOLO 557. I got Calliope and Melpomene as well."

He drew the XD-45's, which now had stubby supressors affixed to the threaded barrels, and tactical flashlights mounted on the integral rails. He srun them quickly then reholstered the weapons. The Daggers boarded the chopper and began to ensure they had the information they would need, each had a map of the ship sent to them, care of Dagger Team, if the general was right, then atleast Dagger Team was still in it with them. They began making sure their weapons were good to go as they sat, waiting for the rest of the squad.

John asked "Sir, when this mission is over, are we sent back, because the QCS was disbanded? It didn't last very long then, only 3 missions."

Mick was mortified at what he heard. As soon as he heard that governments disavowed existence of zombies, his suspicions paid off when the tape rolled and the Dominion representative was at the forefront of the opposition. His hands balled into fists. He was sure his latest ammo shipment had been recalled. What ammo he had left in his DM-32 would have to do and then his DSP. The .357 couldn't be silenced and the noise would be deafening inside the ship. He was sure that his government would come for him. Very soon.
A court martial was the best he could hope for.
Mick walked onto the chopper, his dwindling 6.72 ammo and abundance of .40cal. ammo strapped to his rig.
"Guys," he said after the longest time, "What do you think's going to happen to us?"

"We'll kill 'em, me and 5, we'll kill 'em. That's what'll happen. This has to be crap though, Shenyang would never disavow the existence of this threat."

Dagger-4 was shaking his vest, searching for any sounds.

"I wish I could say the same, but never having an outbreak, the Dominion is skeptical. And you all saw the representative talking on the video. And although I'm undoubtedly already facing treason charges, I couldn't possibly open fire on my fellow countrymen. No reason to makes those charges true."
Mick was looking pretty out of it. Dominion citizens, especially its soldiers, were fiercely patriotic. To a point, Mick feared, that the Civil Authority would be hesitant to open fire on any infected. And by the time they realised what was happening...
He was seriously debating whether or not it would have been better to have stayed in First City and lived in ignorance.

John said grimly "My government only recognizes me as a pirate, but now I'm in the company of Jack Sparrow now at least...." He pulled out an ancient but still shiny cutlass, and said "My great x5 grandfather, was a pirate, because like me, he was disavowed by the government."

"Screw 'em. If your nations are going to dissavow the threat, then let 'em. We haven't done anything wrong. I still say this is being staged. Shenyang is still sending us intel, so we know they aren't against us."

Dagger 4 staed down the sights of his XD.

"If anyone comes for a member of this squad, they're going through 5 and me."

John put his cutlass in the sheath, and donned a pirate hat and said "Gentlemen, we've talked about what it was like for Jack Sparrow and his gang, we've played a little being pirate's, but we are now the definition of pirate's, I saw enough's enough. We should raise the Jolly Roger on that ship, and get the heck out of dodge! We are not recognized as official troop's, we were buccaneer's before, but we've been disavowed, and now we're pirate's, who's with me!" He pulled his cutlass out of it's sheath, (he wasn't trying to kil them, he was doing a cermonial thin." He raised it high and said "We are now the Bretheren of the QCS Pirates!" He sheathed it and looked around.

"At least you've got some of that rebel spirit in you. My family has always been happy to serve in the Dominion Military. I mean, I can't see life outside of my homeland. Sure the government is more than a little intrusive, but that slight infringment has kept the Dominion the utopia it is for centuries."

John pulled out a drawing of a fierce looking pirate, with a cutlass drawn, and an old pistol in the other and said to Mick "This is Henry Morgan Macked, my great times 5 grandfather. He was the Blackbeard of Calizorinstan, as far as Calizorinstani historian's are concerned, oddly enough, he was pardoned, rather then hanged."

"Interesting," Mick commented, "The funny thing about the Dominion is we started as a massive exodus of prisoners escaping labor camps back in the Roman ages, yet our pride has always been in law and order. You see, our captors were extremely oppressive, and justice was our main focus."

OOC: I take it you saw Pirates 3 recently.
EDIT: Oh, and 900 posts!

John smiled and said "How interesting, however, my government happen's to recognize the QCS still, just not the senate, the President does, he say's that he cannot veto what the senate does or he'll be overthrown, but he offer's me 2 battleship's for our use as pirate's, but he will overlook us as pirate's, and ignore us, he does recognize us, he's still giving me intel though."

"I don't know man. Tempting though it is, it seems more like we're running away. The way I see it we're the first and in many cases only line of defense for the world against these things. We can't back down now."

"Mick, John, GET A GRIP!"

Dagger-4 was looking at the two of them as though they were insane, which was how they were acting.

"We're elite special operations soldiers, not pirates or criminals. We have a mission to complete, so we'll complete it, then we'll figure things out from there. So quit it."

Dagger-4 was quite annoyed by this depressed and illogical string of statements.

Mick looked up.
"You're right, of course," he regained some composure as a constant in his life, his duty to country, took over, "we have a job to do, just another mission with a few extra risks involved. We can't and won't fail."
He racked a round into his rifle and took a swig from his flask.

Saya had stayed silent throughout all of this. She really wasn't surprised that Mereshka had cut funding, Lekra had never really cared for this idea. She was angry, but not necessarily surprised. She looked around at everyone else, "So, what happens now"? She asked.
OOC: Sorry I haven't replied sooner, I was kinda busy.

Mick looked at Saya, "Complete our mission I guess. I mean, it's all we've got left right?"
He took another swig from his flask.

Saya shrugged, "Yeah, I guess so." She looked at Micks flask, "Hey, can I have a drink? Just one?"

"Mick, suck it up, you're god damned Dominion Intelligence Black Operations, and you're acting like a freakin' baby. Don't give her that flask, we're headed for a suicide mission, everyone should be aware when we get there."

John, took a big swig of his rum flask, and calmed down and said "I am sorry Dag4 for over reacting, I know we're spec op's people not pirate's, and I hope you all will forgive me."

"Its a tough realization, its okay."

D4 nodded to John understandingly, even though he'd never in his life considered being a pirate.

Mick managed a smile, "That really depends on how much counts as a drink. I mean, I don't mind you getting hammered. Hell, it was funny. But it's right before a big mission. As long as you take only a sip."
He turned to Dagger 4, "No harm in a sip, she may need the calming effect the bourbon has. And you're right. I've had no contact with my government for a while now, but that doesn't necessarily mean they've disowned me. The chief could be cutting communications and lying to us. For all we know that session was staged."

Saya sighed and looked at D4, "Oh come on, just one drink please"?

"Fine, but if anyone gets hammered, I'm going to have to beat the alcohol out of you."

Right before she took a drink she looked at Dag with her cute little girl face, "Oh you wouldn't do that to me would you"? She then took a small drink and gave it back to Mick.

"Besides," he took a swig, swisyhed it a little, then swallowed, "This doesn't strike me as a particularly powerful batch. Not nearly as rich as my last bottle. Which I still would have had if someone hadn't drank it all..."
He looked at Saya and feigned anger, but smiled after to show he was just kidding.

Saya grinned at him, "All you had to fo was give me a kiss and you could have gotten it back earlier".

"Fine, you're right, I wouldn't do that to you, anyone else, yes, I would."

He sat back and tried to concentrate on the mission, not the bizarre evenst around them.

Saya smiled at Dag, "Why thank you, how nice". She looked at Dag5, "I don't think we've been properly introduced. My names Saya". She held out her hand.

Saya grinned at him, "All you had to fo was give me a kiss and you could have gotten it back earlier".

Mick grinned right back, "You know as well as I do that you were dead drunk and had no idea what you were doing. All the same, curse my morals concerning drunk women. You know, considering the company, political exile doesn't seem all that bad."

"Dagger-5, glad to make your acquaintance."

He smiled pleasently and shook her hand.

"I've heard quite a bit about you, from Dagger-4 and SCI as well."

To Dag5 she said, "Whos SCI"? Then she turned to Mick, "Well, it looks like you're finally learning some manners eh"?

"Shenyangi Central Intelligence. You were expecting a person?"

ooc: brb

Mick smiled, "Dear God, there's hope for me yet! Now, where's that general of ours? I've snapped out of shock, and I'm ready to go bash some undead skulls. It'll be a good break compared to the last few missions."
He checked his equipment one more time, making sure everything was in order before finally stowing his flask in a hidden pocket of his vest.
No sense drinking it all now, need something to celebrate a succes with

Saya grinned at Dag4 and said, "So what do they say about me huh? Both your SCI and Dag"? She then turned to Mick, "I never said that there was hope for you, I just said you were starting to learn". She grinned at him to show she didn't mean it.

John walked over to Saya and said "I know we'll make it out of here alive, I'll watch your back mate." He clapped her on the back, and picked up his MG-3, and slung it over his back.

John grinned and said "Yeah yeah, I know, you'll be watching my back, I just didn't want to demand it, that's all." He picked up his Fender Stratocaster, and started playing "Born to Raise Hell" by Motorhead, and yelling the lyrics.

Saya smiled at him, "Thanks John. But its kind of hard to watch a snipers back". She grinned, "I'll be watching your back".

Saya laughed, and said, "You know, I never got to make that request did I"?

John stopped and said to Saya "You never did, but what's your request?"

John shook his head sadly, but said "You might recognize this one though..." He started playing the Top Gun theme song on his Stratocaster.

Saya thought for a second then grinned, "Do you know anything I could sing to"? She asked.

Saya shook her head, "No, I don't know it. Sorry".
OOC: Why are the posts going out of order?

"Damn good shot, surprisingly young, color-changing eyes, just enough to let them figure out what they could about you."

He turned away and kept playing with his weapons.

Saya smiled at the compliments. At least she thought they were compliments.

John smiled and said "That's okay, what song do you want me to play, I like your hair too." He grinned, and drank some A&W root beer.

Saya smiled at him, "Thank you. And could you play... Snap by Slipknot"?

John nodded and said "Here you go, Snap by Slipknot then it is." He started to play it for Saya, and grinned and said "It's a nice song to play, very easy."

She shrugged, "But, its one of the few heavy songs I like. My brothers got me into it".

John said "Yeah, I like Motorhead, Iron Maiden, Metallica, Deep Purple, and Lyrnd Skynrd. I am quite the "heavy" person if you know what I mean." He grinned at Saya.

Saya grinned right back, "Oh come on, you're not that fat". She said.

John grinned and said "I meant by heavy, I like heavy metal band's and other rock band's, I am not that fat, you missed the joke Saya!"

Saya shook her head, "I got it, I just wanted to twist it into my own joke". She playfully pucnched him, "Goll, get it straight".

Dagger-5 laughed at that, then looked at D4.

"Saya, you managed to embarass him."

He kept messing with his XD's, ensuring they were in perfect order.

Saya grinned at both Dags, "Someday I'll embarras you two. Be ready for it".

Mick grinned, "She does it enough to the rest of us, it's only a matter of time."

He looked at John, "Can you play Back in Black? I'm in the mood for a good motivational song."

Saya laughed, "Micks right, we do need a motivational song".

"Oh, I'll be waiting Saya, you'll see."

He smiled to himself.

"At any rate, I think something big's gonna happen this mission. We may have come up short in the back bays, but I think we'll find something on the ship. My Black Ops armor was supposed to arrive with my ammo shipment, neither of which has arrived yet. I'll just see what I can do about getting into the laboratory when we get onboard the ship and do some digging. Anyone wanna cover me? I just get the sinking feeling it'll be one of those scenes in a horror movie where if I'm alone I'll find something, report it, then get eaten. Murphy's Law gets pretty predictable after a while," Mick smiled, though he was completely serious. Being trained in infiltration, this job would be a perfect opportunity with just the squad, and of course the infected, onboard. No general and no possibility of getting caught.

"Dagger Team's gotcha Mick."

Dagger-4 had turned back and was staring down the sights of his XM-10A2, with his usual pre-mission look of determination.

"Yeah, there's got to be something wrong with this situation. You can count on us."

Dagger-5 ejected the mags from his pistols and reloaded them Face/Off style.

Mick smiled, "Good to know. Oh, and the general never gets word of this. If our governments really did forsake us, we send what we find straight to them. They'll not only be more helpful than our esteemed commanding officer, but it would improve matters greatly and lessen charges. But most importantly, we'd get answers. I don't know about you guys, but as a trained Dominion Intelligence Operative, I'm sick and tired of being kept in the dark."

"Agreed, if any of this gets out then every soldier in the UHC is coming after us, so we'd better be damned sure we don't screw this up."

Dagger-5 holstered his pistols and brought up the TAR-21. He racked a round into the chamber and stared through the sight toward the briefing room. He envisioned a zombie coming through the door.

"Boom, head shot."

He shook his head and leaned back with the weapon resting on his chest.

OOC; This is not the last mission, the last mission will be entitled Finale. oh and all the new supplies will be provided by UHC. (They're the only ones who didn't support the senate hearing.) And I can't really post today, grandfathers birthday.

OOC; Heres my only post for today (maybe)

Captain William Ernest sat in the brdige with the twlve survivng crew men. After those things over ran the marines on board, the survivors quickly fled to the bridge and sealed the steel door. On the deck, several infected crew men stumbled around, the only survivng marine, a sharshooter, had been picking them off until he had run out of ammo. (He only had one clip) He sighed and sat back, the radio had een destroyed in the confusion and through binoculars they saw the Union navy moving in, a fleet mainly comprised of battleships.

John said to Dag4, "Thank you for giving me the the MG-3, I am going to carry it in the pack, my main battle rifle is a M1A SOCOM rifle I've been given." He pulled out the black M1A SOCOM, checked to make sure it was unloaded, and handed it to Dag4.

"Nice, very nice," he sighted down the weapon and examined it thoroughly, "Good length for ship clearing, not too heavy, not too light. I approve."

He examined the weapon for a few more moments, then handed it back.

"That is a nice rifle, should serve well. Good power from the 7.62 NATO, relatively short, that'll do just fine."

He gave an approving nod to John.

John smiled and said "I asked around in CSOCOM, and they reccomended this, although they said, that I am the first person to use it for this purpose, in Calizorinstan." He took it back, and put it in it's back, picked up his guitar, and started playing "Back in Black" for Mick.

Mick leaned back and closed his eyes, taking in the song. The vision of him standing at the bow of the ship hosing down zombies came to mind.
"When this is all over," he said opening one eye, "I think we should find a good beach and live it up for a while. But who knows when that'll happen."

Dagger-4 wasn't really listening, he was quietly humming a song he'd known for around 9 years. Ironic, he'd gotten it from a video game and it had become his personal favorite song, 'Eyes on Me' from Final Fantasy 8. To himself he thought the lyrics as he went, 'Whenever sang my songs...' A smile crept onto his face as he went, he loved the song.

He felt that he was miles away, back home with his wife and children, enjoying life, not taking it.

John smiled as he begun a song he wrote called Red Eye, the song genre can be best described as hard rock. His finger's flew and he said "If I get out of here alive, I will go back to my old band, and write song's based on the QCS's expericence's." He smiled at the thought, as soon as he stopped, he took off his guitar, and got Saya and himself a Dr.Pepper, and he opened a 8 lb chocolate bar, and said "Care to split it with me Saya?"

Dagger-5 looked up, "I sense a power ballad in the works."

John smiled and said "Yep, a power ballad indeed, I've written part of a song about the QCS already....." He grinned at Saya saying "Wow, when I joined the Marine Corps, I didn't bargian on landing in a undead killing squad."

Dagger-4 looked up from his gear and stopped humming a moment.

"Anyone wish that the Afflicted were like the zombies in 'Thriller'?"

John nodded, and started playing the hard rock song he wrote about the QCS that went "I was in zombieville, I wasn't meant to lie, I wasn't meant to steal, I was meant to kill. I was born to raise some brimstone fire, on the zombie's. I joined up with the QCS, I went into my first battle, thaat, dayy..... I killed hundred's of zombie's, and I fought the zombie's, and I wonnnn!, yeaaah! I was meant to kill the undead, and I will kill morrrrreeee!" He finished.

"Well now," Said Ed, leaning against the wall. "Maybe we should start a band when were out of here, eh?" He walked over to where they all were and sank into an open seat. " I've got good news and bad news. Good news is, all of your armor has been modified using a revolutionary metal bonding process, makes it stringer and lighter. Also, your weapons now have integrated supressors as well as the ability to remove part of the barrel to make a carbine. Bad news is, we might not make it back from this mission." He poited out to the docks of Stryker island. "That boat their, thats a recon patrol boat, built light and fast, not meant for rough seas, which is exactly where we're heading. Now sadlle up, lets move out."

Saya hopped up with a chunck of chocolate in her mouth and looked at Ed, "Hey, since when do you tell us to saddle up"? She asked him

Ed sighed. "Since now, the medic found General Lawrence collapsed in his room, he's still alive but in critical condition. From what I've heard, it was a heart attack brought on by extreme stress." He grabbed his gear and walked over to the boat. "You coming?"

Saya looked surprised, "Yeah, I guess we're coming, but since when were you second in command"?

Ed sighed again. "Never, we're all the same rank, somebody has to step up and take command." The squad stepped into the boat, it reved its engine and sped off into the slate grey seas. "Besides, do you have a problem with it?"

OOC; Got to go for the night.

Saya shrugged, "Well, it just seems to me that since you were demoted once, you should be lower on the list is all, it should be someone like Dag."
OOC: Alright, seeya.

John grabbed his M1A SOCOM, and said to Saya "Oh, I am sure we'll make it back, for one thing if we're successful, we can take the ship back to land for one, or, there's a chance they have a helicopter onboard or something!" He walked, and got in the recon boat.

Dmitri carried his G3 and and a ton of extra magazines. This time he wasn't going to run out of ammo. Also with the ammo he had five grenades just in case. He loaded a new magazine into the G3 and turned off the safety. After this mission he was going back home. Quietly he got into the boat and started to think. He needed to calm himself.

John helped Saya in the boat and said "Remember, I've been in alot worse situation's then this, and it came out okay." He sighted his M1A SOCOM and said to Saya "You're gonna need a SMG, it's gonna be close quarter's, and I am not to sure if a katana's gonna cut it, it might, but I wouldn't want to find out."

The Daggers got up and started ran to the small vessel, weapons at the ready, trusting the command staff here wasn't high on their priority list anymore.

"Saya, use this, HK MP7A1, should do the job and then some. No matter how good with that sword you are, the days of boarding with swords drawn went out with the days of, well, ancient Rome."

Dagger-5 held out the weapon for her to take, while scanning the horizon for anything that shouldn't be there.

"We're inserting in heavy seas, right? Just my kind of aquatic insertion. Huge swells, heavy gear, high winds, and a tiny little rope ladder to scamper up, praying we don't fall. Reminds me of that op in Generia, you remember that 5?"

"The one where we boarded the oil rig in the middle of a typhoon? How could I forget. You shot some poor shmuck without a supressor at 10 feet with the MSG, and his friends didn't notice."

"Yeah, but you put a whole damned clip into the control room without the enemy realizing they were under attack. Helluva mission, helluva mission."

"Agreed, I heard their government is still investigating why the rig sank."

"It happened 'cuz we set enough C-4 on the starboard supports to sink a freaking Super-dread. They're still trying to figure it out after, what was is, 4 years now?"

"Good times."

"Back when we were young and free, 5, Damn I wish we could go back to those days."

"What? Why're you all looking at us wierd? We're not allowed to raise hell or something?"

Saya took the gun and laughed, "Yes, you have my permission to raise as much hell as humanly possible".

Dagger-5 made a serious of confused non-sensical gestures that would have been expected from Captain Jack Sparrow, rather than a special forces soldier.

"It is good to know that before raising hell, the one doing the raising knows that the hell he is raising is a good hell. Savvy?"

He leaned back and laughed at the near-nonsense he'd just come up with. He sat up and looked at the others on the small boat.

"I dedicate this mission to freedom!" As he said this he made a rather flamboyant sweep of his arm toward the sea before them.

Saya grinned at him, "But how can the one raising the hell know its a good hell when for the ones he is raising the hell for thinks it is a bad hell"?

"The goodness of the hell, is all in ones mind, for the mind of hell decides whether the hell is to be good or bad dependant upon the raiser and the hell's recipient, unless of course the recipient of the hell is drunk, which changes the situation existentially."

"That made no sense 5, I mean none at all."

"Ah, but is it the words, or is just you who makes no sense?"

Saya grinned at Dag, "It be the recipents choice to decide whether the hell being raised is good, unless he has been drinking to much, because then what might be good might be bad. Savvy"?

OOC: My brain is completely dry of Pirate-speak now... I feel empty inside. I am actually out of Pirate-speak though.

"Only if the one recieving the raised hell is the less, inebriated, of the two parties. For if the raiser of the hell was to be doing raising, and, deciding the relative goodness of the hell to be raised, then he would need the reciever of the hell to hold his drink. So, in order to protect his drink, once the raiser of the hell is proven to be intoxicated he transfers the deciding of the goodness of the hell to the reciever of said hell, who then decides on the goodness of the hell, barring certain inforseeable tribulations."

Saya lauhged, "Okay, you got me beat. And I think poor Dags going to have a confusion induced heart attack."
OOC: I know what you mean.

John patted his Cutlass and said "I have only ammo for my M1A SOCOM, what the government gave me, they won't give me anymore, for I am public enemy number one in Calizorinstan officially." He dry-fired his M1A SOCOM.

Saya looked at him, "I never got any ammo from my government anyway, so I'm not too worried. Sure, I'm never going to be able to go back to Mereshka, but it was starting to get boring anyways".

"4, yo, 4, snap out of it dude."

Dagger-5 snapped his fingers in D4's face a few times.

"You're done confusing the hell ouf of me now?"

"I never stop confusing you Dag4, as for the priate-speak, yes we're done, and I won!"

John had a start of a wicked smile, then snapped back to a regular smile and said "I am going back, I am starting another revolution, oh yeah!, I'll get support,I guess as long as I am the Bin Laden of Calizorinstan, I guess I gotta start a fight!" He smirked.

"Well, we Daggers are loaded down with enough ammo for a ship twice the size of this thing. The only good thing to come of using commercially available ammo. Thank god for Dagger Team and Dectoral Armories."

"Yeah, gotta love any bullet that'll disintegrate a cantaloupe at 1200 metres... not that I've done it or anything. Okay, fine, I tried it once, that's a pretty fun thing to watch, and do for that matter."

"You shot a cantaloupe at a mile away? Why?"

"Its the size of a small human head, and they blow up real nice, and someone needed fruit salad at a friend's house, which was exactly a 1200 metres from where I was. I also shot the thing because I could, I guess."

Saya pretended to pout, "Haven't you ever heard of letting girls win"?

"Yes I have, but I don't lose a pirate-speak battle on purpose, that's the one contest I won't let a girl win."

Saya put on her cute little girl face, and clasped her hands, "Oh please Daggy"?

"Maybe later, you already gave up the last contest."

He smiled pleasently.

Saya folded her arms and sniffed, "You Sengyang people are just rude".

"Oh come on. I'm not gonna give up my title just because... ah, fine. You can have the pirate-speak championship award, for now. I'll be coming to get that back though."

"Hmm..."

"What now 4? She really wanted it."

He opened a secure, private channel to 5.

"I know what you're doing."

"I'm not doing anything."

"Yes you are, you do this every mission. No wonder... ugh."

Dagger-4 shook his head and began messing with his MSG-90.

Saya clapped, "Yay! I take back the rude comment." She grinned at Dag 4, "At least for some people".

"Hey, I didn't try to out do you in a pirate-speak contest. I don't have anything to appologize for, atleast as far as I know."

He looked around to see if anyone had something to say that he should appologize for.

Saya laughed, "Well, you haven't nessecarily done anything nice now have you"? She grinned at him.

"Ah, there in lies the dilemma. Except of course for giving you those mags, yeah I haven't been that nice. Occupational hazard I guess."

He shrugged as he finished the statement.

Saya laughed, "Oh, you know I'm just kidding, right Dag"?

"Of course I do."

He looked up with a smug smile on his face.

Saya pouted, "Oh, now I'm not kidding. Thats just mean". She grinned at Daggy.

He shrugged in an animated way, laughing.

Saya couldn't help laughing herself, "Oh, you guys are just mean".

"I may be mean, but I still intend to make sure eveyone comes back from this. I guess that makes me a jerk that cares right?"

Dagger-4 adjusted the 3xMag on his rifle to 1.5x magnification and looked through it.

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He ejected the magazine and cleared the chamber, then pointed it toward the buildings, turning on the laser sight. He reloaded the weapon and placed the extra round back in the chamber.

Saya laughed, "No, that makes you a semi-rude person with their heart in the right place".

"Close enough for me."

He reset the sight to 1x magnification and looked through it again.

"Funny, my first mission was a boarding action, back in 1993. Had to take out the 'crew' of a hijacked super-tanker. Used a weapon with the same kind of mixed optics then too. As I recall, it was an old GAU-5A/A, it was before we were allowed to procure custom weapons. Of course, then I wasn't neutralizing the Afflicted, but since then I've been partial to modded carbines with this type of arrangement for maritime sniping actions."

He considered his XM-10A2C and got a far away look on his face, staring at the weapon, then turning and looking out to sea.

Saya looked around, "When do you think we'll get there Dag"?

"Good question, hopefully before the fuel gauge reaches half, but I'm not sure beyond that."

Saya shrugged, "Well, we get there when we get there I guess."

John smiled "It's appropriate that our last mission, we shall fight similar enemies to the first mission we fought. I shall go out fighting if I have to die." He grinned, and loaded his M1A SOCOM.

Saya geoaned, "Didn't I tell you not to talk about dying"? She said to John.

John nodded sagely and playfully punched her and said "If you're not scared, you're not brave, your a dumbwit then!" He knew a punch was coming so, he put a hand up to deflect it. He said "I know, I'm sorry, I forgot okay under the stress of battle, I was thinking of my survival chances."

Saya shook her head, "One, haven't you noice that chances very rarely affect humans? We're to unpredictable". "Two, of course I'm scared, but if you live your entire life acting scared, its probably a wasted life".

John said "I'm scared, but that doesn't stop me, plus it'll be an adventure, that if done right, I can tell story's about for years."

Saya grinned, "I thought you were a musician, not a story teller."

John smirked and said "I story tell through my rocking music!, I just got a call, that my government still recognizes the QCS, and is suggesting to the other government's to do the same that currently don't. I think that the QCS "disbanding", is a plot by someone, and isn't the General collapsing suspicious?"

"There's not much of a difference Saya, its just a matter of the way the story is conveyed."

Saya tapped her foot thoughtfully, "Hmm... You're right. I mean, I don't know about you guys, but back homw someone doesn't just randomly have their heart explode. Do you think Ed might be behind it?"

"Yeah, even if he's under a lot of stress, it seems odd to me. We'll deal with that when we come to it"

Dagger-5 drew his XD's and began twirling them around. He was entirely conscious of everyone around, so he was somewhat careful while still being show at the same time.

John said softly "Are we nearing the boat yet? It look's foggy out, I don't think General Lawrence died by accident either, I think he was about to tell us what was happening..."

She sighed, hadn't she just asked that question? She shrugged, "Well, that means someone doesn't want us to know whats happening".

"Hmm..."

D5 opened a private channel to the rest of the 'conspirators'.

"Well, I guess we'll find something out aboard ship."

He kept spinning the pistols, then he started doing tricks after a few more moments.

D4 had since returned to the preparations and had also started humming, regardless of the fact that there was nothing to disguise it behind. He was still hummkng Eye's on Me, and enjoying it thoroughly.

John said "Look alive, there's a ship ahead, prepare to board!" He grabbed his M1A, that was fully loaded, and waited to board.

D4 looked at the vessel in the distance. He readied himself for the climb aboard, and then the fight that would invariably ensue.

OOC: You and I are the only 2 on right now, and I gotta get off for a bit.

John said as they drew closer and when they got to it, "Prepare for boarding, we are there!". He threw a hook onto the boat, he climbed up with his M1A, and helped Dag4 and 5, and Saya up.

Mick, who'd been to his dismay living up to his nickname of 'sleepy' woke up with a snort as the boat bumped up against the hull of the ship.
"Huh? wuh? We're here?"
He snapped to alertness, "Alright, time to rock n' roll! Hey, when we get back, and I'm making damn sure we do, how's about I whip everyone up one of my favorite pasta dishes? I found a kitchenet just off the breakroom!"
He climbed the ladder and boarded the ship.

John leapt after Mick into the ship, grabbing his M1A SOCOM as he went, and looked around and said "How creepy, it's very lonely, but we must look alive" He was aware of a supernatural prescence.

Saya crouched with her katana drawn, this place kind of scared her. "Wheres the undead"? She asked.

"Close quarters, legions of undead, a creepy ghost ship, and only half the rifle ammo I usually carry, we might as well leave the guns and call this Scooby Doo. Just please no one say 'let's split up gang'." he smiled as he checked his night vision scope and swept the the deck looking for signs if life. Or unlife, as it were.
"All the same though, isn't this how most horror movies start? I mean, at least on the last missions we found stuff almost right away. Right now there's... nothing. I'll admit even I'm a little nervous about this."

"Well Gang, if we... I'm kidding."

Dagger-5 swept the area with his TAR-21. Dagger-4 was examining the map on his TPDA (Tactical PDA)

"Objective 1 is the bridge, up one deck, then forward to the end of the walk way. Might as well complete the first objective before we meet anything unpleasent."

He had the XM-10A2C up as he headed for the stairs to the next level. Only now did the squad see that it had the name: 'JUDGEMENT' engraved on the sides of the handguard. He gestured for D5 to follow him up.

Ed climbed off the boat. "Our orders are to secure the decks one by one, that means sweeping each room clean." He pointed to the bridge. 'we should start their."

Up in the bridge, Captain Ernest saw the boat pull along side and the soldiers on board it climb onto the deck. "get a flare!" He shouted. 'Don't have one!' Came the reply. he searched around the bridge until he fou case containing emergency supplies. he cracked the padlock and pulled out a flare, lit it, and let it drop to the deck.

John said to everyone "Stick together now, who know's what danger's lurk on this ship..." HE gripped his M1A tightly across his chest, and proceeded forward.

"Flare on the bridge."

"Roger."

The Daggers moved in what looked like a perfectly choreographed assault toward the door of the bridge. Upon arriving there they took positions on either side of the door. Dagger-4 knocked on the door with his foot.

"QCS, we're coming in, do not engage us."

Dagger-5 openned the door and they swept in ensuring the bridge was clear of any threats.

Dagger-4 walked up to the captain and looked him straight in the eye.

"I'm Dagger-4, Shenyangi SAS, Dagger Team, this is Dagger-5. I think we need a situation report, since its obvious something went worong on your lovely little vessel right here."

John kept an eye on the door, so that no zombie could sneak up on the team, he kept his M1A raised at the open door, once all the team had past in.

Captain Ernest unlatched the steel door and swung it open slowly. "Thank god! Somebody found us!" The survivng members of the crew stepped out, it was compromised of an engineer, a Marine and the Captain himself. Ed stepped forward. "Get on that boat and head to the nearest Union vessle, we'll call when we need pickup." He gripped his M1 Carbine tighter. "Shall we go below decks gentlemen and ladies?"

Dmitri raised his gun at the man, who was talking. He did not know if these people were infected. Though he quickly lowered it, when Ed told them to go deeper into the hull of the boat. On his G3 he turned the flashlight on. He had no idea what he was going to encounter down there.

John turned on his holographic sight's, and flashlight's on his M1A SOCOM.

"By all means, Dagger Team and Mick will deal with the lab."

Before anyone could protest the Daggers were on their way to the lab below decks. They opened a hatch with almost perfect silence and slipped inside.

"Dagger Team to QCS-1, we're on sub-deck 1, the top level of the lab should be on this deck according to our schematics. Beginning a standard room clearing pattern."

All their communication was done in whispers.

"Hatch, left side, should be a storage room."

"I see it 4."

The three soldiers moved into a standard assault formation.

"5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Move"

Dagger-5 followed by Mick enterred the room and quickly ensured it was clear.

"Clear."

The room had been empty. The group reformed outside the hatch and closed it over. They had thrown a blue glow stick inside to mark it as cleared. The team moved forward as close to silently as is possible for a human.

John followed Mick down, and he shined his flashlight around to make sure that their were no zombie's. He whispered to Mick "I don't get it, where did they run off too..."

OOC: RS has me running Mick, so he isn't just sitting doing nothing near the boat. He's with the Daggers at the moment, headed for the lab, as per our plan.

"What happened to not splitting up?"

"Mick, if we're going to investigate the lab, do you think we can be standing next to a possible member of the conspiracy? I don't."

They had cleared out several rooms, so far none had contained anything but supplies.

"Well, that looks promising, in a very bad way."

Dagger-5 indicated the next hatch of the starboard side. It had a small port hole, and that was covered in what appeared to be blood.

"This is gonna be interesting, my turn Mick. You cover the hall."

"Go ahead Dag4."

The Daggers got ready on either side of the door, 4 opened it and 5 slid into the opening. He was greeted by the disgusting sight of two of the undead, one whose mid-section was an open cavity. Dagger-4 leaned around and the two simultaneously fired single rounds.

'Tsht, Tsht'

The two zombies dropped to the deck, their skulls blown open. The Daggers shot them once more in the head for safety. Dagger-5 tossed a green glow stick into this room and sealed the hatch.

"If those things are somehow still alive, I don't want them following us."

They kept moving.

"Attention, QCS-1, this is Dagger Team, confirmed presence of Afflicted aboard this vessel, repeat Afflicted presence confirmed."

"damn..." Muttered Ed. "All right, everyone below decks, lets beat the dagger team to the labs!" The squad moved beloq decks, the coughs of suppresors echoed from one room. Ed held up a balled fist, then pointed down another hallway. "Keep quiet." He whispered. The squad continued down teh hallway, silently dispatching one afflicted and a re-animating corpse. At the end of the hallway was a heavy reinforced door, beyond it lay something unknown. He knocked on the door and waited for a few seconds. No sounds, human or other wise, came from the room beyond. The only sound wasa small skitering noise in the ventilation shafts, probably some rats from supply crates. He opened the door and stepped right into the center of a cryo-bay. Around him were several humanoid creatures, all kept in suspeneded animation. "Dear god....." He said.

John followed Ed down and said "Who are these people?" He was scared but didn't show it visibly.

"What, what have you got over there? Talk to me QCS-1."

The Daggers and Mick had reached the door to the labs, peering through the door they saw that nothing inside was alive, or undead for that matter.

The entered and ensured everything was clear before beginning their investigation.

"We're in the lab, checking around now. Oh my God!"

"What Mick?"

"Umm, come see for yourself."

"Ah hell no. We've got atleast a dozen Afflicted in cryo-storage in the lab, looks like some serious research was going on in here."

"4, what should we do?"

"Shoot 'em before we wake 'em up. I don't want to be here if they're gonna wake up."

"You're a cold son of..."

"Trust me, I know Mick."

The Daggers walked from pod to pod, putting bullets into the skulls of each creature inside one of the tubes.

"Mick, check the computers."

"Those..things are monsters. They inhabit the brutal wastelands of the Union, survivng off any thing and everything. And...they also have an appearent immunity to the "afflicition" virus, even to a point where they activily hunt down affilicted to ensure a more plentiful food source. None have ever been captured alive before..... these are in perfect condition! These things are bloody damn fast don't know how they put them down..... they also are highly inteeligent, if they could speak they would classify as sentinent beings. The only known way to train them is to raise one around humans from birth, which is an impossibilty considering their breeding grounds are hrd to find. But if they could be trained....they'd be the ultimate biological weapon." The skittering in the ducts turned to frantic scattering, and only then did Ed notice oneof the cryo-pods had been broken. "Not...good...." He said.

John fired at the creature in the broken cryo-tube and said "There that should solve the problem!"

"Do not 'Not Good' me, what's gone wrong over there? Something get out, tell me nothing got out."

Mick was rapidly attempting to access to computers.

"I think I've got something, a systems directory, the whole damn hard drive actually, but its encrypted."

"Download it and keep it safe."

"On it."

Mick took out a portable hard drive and downloaded the computer's files onto it.

"4, this is 5, I hear some sort of scratching sound from the next room, should I check it out?"

"Negative, we're out of our element here, wait for us to get there."

John fired at the angry afflicted's head, and killed it, and saw another afflicted come toward's him, he fired at it's head and killed it, and fired at any afflicted's head that he saw moving.

"Oh hell no....." He grbbed John and broke into a run. "You know what you just did? Made it angry! They don't have very many vital organs. go for the head next time!" He continued to run, and ran smack into the middle of an afflicted. It grabbed his carbine and started to pull him in. "Let.... GO!" he shouted and pulled it back. It pulled back harder this time and he losed to rounds into its torso. It let go and stumbled back, he brought the butt f his carbine down on its head, repeatedly.

"What am I hearing over there? I think we've got a problem over with the rest of the squad. Guys, we're going to rendezvous with them."

The group left the room and sealed the door behind them. At the end of the corridor they saw a small gang of Afflicted headed for the lab. The three of them began firing, putting precision aimed rounds into the adversaries' skulls.

John fired at more afflicted's head's, thus their head's exploded, he kept firing at the afflicted's head's until there would be no more afflicted.

The whole scufle attarcted more affilicted, now more than twenty filled the hallways. The creatures had now escaped from their frozen confinement and were busy ripping into the afflicted. "We gotta find a safe room! They'll tear us apart!" Shouted Ed.

John said "The bridge, let's GO!" He ran up to the bridge, and looked around cautiously.

The squad ran up to the bridge, whether dagger team was still down their or not, thyewould find their way back up. Ed set a grenade on the stairwell to the bridge and detonated it, a gaping hole was left. "If dagger team gets back up here, they sure as hell can climb it, can't say the same for the afflicted, although... those creatures can scale walls.

John covered the last of the team, and then slightly closed the door, and said "Thew, I can't wait to end this mission, I can't believe it myself."

Ed picked up his radio and called the fleet. "We need extraction and termination of mission zone immidiatly!" The rply came shortly later. "Negative, you need to retrive classified information from lab 2B."

"Back down we go, we can't leave this clam bake until we've got information from the lab below that one."

"You're kidding."

"Unfortunately..." Dagger-4 pulled his XD and bandit-shot 4 more Afflicted, "...no, we're stuck here without that stuff, unless you want to try to get back to base in an inflatable life raft."

"Ah damn, why does Dagger Team always have to end up being heroes? Dagger Team is heading down. Wish us luck."

The Daggers and Mick headed down to the next level. Mick was starting to run low on ammo.

"There are days when I hate this job."

They fought toward the lab as quickly as possible. Finally they reached it and moved inside. They sealed the door behind them and cleared the room of the few Afflicted / zombies that inhabited it, both in stasis and out.

"What do you need us to get down here?"

Ed came over the radio. "Lab 2B is supposed to be a weapos and armour research lab, I suppose they want all the data, radio if you need help. In the mean time, we'll try and get a ride."

"Floor 2B, Guns, Armor, Monsters, Keys to Super Weapons. I hate this ship."

"Dag4, we know you hate this thing, lets get this over with. Grab everything that isn't nailed down, and... Mick, take this."

Dagger-5 indicated a case of Dominion ammunition that was inside one of the lockers, the same ammo as his rifle used.

The team had gathered almost everything when they heard a skittering noise. One of the 'monsters' was standing at the far end of the room. It looked angry, very angry.

Everyone turned and fired, only 2 rounds hit it, one penetrating its skull killing it.

"That's different, never seen anything that fast. We'd better get moving before we really have a problem."

"Agreed."

They began heading for the door with all the intel they could get when they realized they had a problem.

OOC: Thanks Shenyang, got it from here
IC:
"Roger doger, we'll scrounge up what we can."
Pounding was then heard from behind the recently sealed door.
"And we'll make it fast."
Mick turned to face the Daggers' direction, "Awwww fuck...."

OOC: Gonna leave it to the Dag team to do the rest, I'll keep watch and post when you guys get the goods.

Dagger-4 stood behind the others, they heard ths sound of someone unthreading something. Dagger-4 was removing the supressors on his weapons. He looked out the door and sighed.

"I guess its time I go."

Ed came on the radio again. "Got good news, we've got a boat outta here, genuine troop transport. Also, long range thermal scans reveal only the heat blooms of Dag team, that means no more of the creatures are awake. Good luck down there."

"What in God's name are you doing?!?!?" Mick screamed at Dag4, "We'll go deaf in here! More importantly, this is suicide! Dag, you're not doing this. I won't let you."
He pulled out the hard drive and offered it to Dagger 5.
He turned to Dagger 4, "Our motto: That others may live."

John grinned from ear to ear and said "We're done, thank goodness"

"You guys have something to lose, I don't anymore, get out while I draw them off. Who knows, maybe well see each other again."

He opened the door and looked at the horde of undead.

"Alright you zombie bastards! COME GET ME!"

He fired off a several rounds into the crowd, killing almost as many and then took off down a side hall. The Afflicted, predictably, followed after him.

He kept going as fast as he could, he had to buy the rest of them time.

"5, tell Michelle that I lover her when you get back."

"Gotcha buddy. Lets go, he's made his choice."

Dagger-5 ran for the upper decks.

Ed came over the radio. "Good job, hightail it back to the bridge and lets sink this SOB."

"Dammit NO!" Mick yelled as Dagger 5 dragged him the other way toward the surface.
Mick picked off as many as he could before being forced up a flight of stairs.

John ran down, realizing that Dag4 was still down there, he saw the horde, and opened fire on them, knocking them down, head after head, when he had finally got them all along with Dag4, he grabbed Dag4 and said "I am not leaving you behind!" He ran with Dag4 up to the bridge and said "I didn't want to leave a man behind!"

Ed came over the radio frantic. "Dag 4, get up here!" No response came. "Dammit!" he screamed at the wall. "Not another one!" He raced down the stair well, jumping efforlessly over the gap and onto the floor. He could feel himself getting faster, his vision narrwoing ot percise objects. this is what the doctor meant by side affects... he thought. he continued down to where Dag 4 was, right when he was about to get mauled by an afflicted, Ed flicked his knife at it, it buried itself deep in its skull. "Damn you!" he shouted, and grabbed Dag 4. 'no man left behind, now move!"

OOC: heh, UHC, your character IC did almost the exact same as me, heh. :p

OOC: Yeah, and we were both succesfull and just in time too!

Dagger-4 broke free and looked at them. He gestured to the zombies still coming up behind them.

"I'll deal with them, get out of here. Trust me."

His eyes showed that he had no intention of leaving with the squad, he would fight to ensure that everyone else made it out alive.

"That others may live my friends, let me go."

He broke away and continued the fight.

OOC: Hmm.... lets just put in conjuction, we both ran to get Dag 4.

OOC: Trust me guys, I have a plan. B)

John yelled "Good luck, don't get yourself killed!" He and Ed ran out, and jumped into the boat.

OOC: Sorry Shen, didn't see your post.

"If you think you can get everyone off this tub before it explodes or they kill us all, then trust me, it won't work, I saw the numbers in the labs, there's too damn many. Now go!"

Dagger-4 kept fighting as the zombies chased his through the ship. Just as he had planned.

OOC; Long as it doesn't get yourself killed, good with me.

He broke free and dove through an open hatch sealing it behind him. Now he knew that they couldn't stop him from saving them. He fired away as he heard the vessel leaving, holding back the tides of zombies.

Once John got in the boat, he looked morose and said "I sure hope Dag4 know's what he's doing, it's kinda sad that we left a teammate behind. Ah well, such is life." He cleaned his weapon.

Mick had to be physically forced into the boat, and even so they barely held him back.
"I won't leave a man behind! Get him back here! Leave me instead! Dammit, let GO!"
He tried to desperately to fight his way back onboard.

Ed climbed into the amphibous transport and looked back. Feelings of sorrow emerged, he hadn't realized that if he took command he might have to condem his own men to die. He tapped the drvier and he reved the engine. He reached for his radio and gave it three quick bursts of static when they were out of range. The roar of the guns drowned out everything else.

Dagger-5 slammed Mick into the bottom of the craft to keep him from moving and drew his weapons.

"Trust him. He knows what he's up agaisnt in there. It was his choice."

He sat down and began to clean his weapons.

"You freakin' nut job. We coulda made it." He go up and saluted the ship as the naval guns roared and shells began landing around the vessel. One caught the port quarter of the ship and it rocked violently, eventually slipping beneath the waves.

He turned back and said to the others, "There goes one of the bravest men I ever met. To Dagger-4!"



Dagger-4 heard the shells incoming, and was happy, he needed to know this was happening. He opened the hatch to the deserted deck and ran for the side.

"Sorry about this Mick." He said. He brought his fist back and smacked it into his temple. He immideatly stopped writhing and settled to the bottom of the boat, not unconcious, yet not full conscious.

"He's still back there." Dag5 gestured to the burning, sinking hulk.

Mick impacted on the bottom of the hull with a dull thud, white spots and stars flashing in front of his eyes. By the time the haze cleared and he was able to stand, the boat was underway and he had to brace himself to keep his feet.
"Wha-What happened?" he looked around, "Did Dag make it?"
He was still incoherent.

Ed looked over at Mick then motioned for the medic. He pulled out a syrninge filled with sedative and injected Mick with it. Mick fought at first but then slipped into unconciousness.

OOC; Gotta goeat dinner, might or might not be back on.

OOC:Ok
BTW, I've been inspired to do an RP in the Dominion after the finale. Let's just say Mick won't be saying there are never any outbreaks there any longer and the government changes its tune very quickly.

OOC: FASTEST DINNER EVER! A zombie RP in the dominion, eh? Mind if a couple of the QCS pop in for a visit?

OOC: FASTEST DINNER EVER! A zombie RP in the dominion, eh? Mind if a couple of the QCS pop in for a visit?

OOC: That's the plan with the QCS being the world's leading experts on zombies, and the wierd twists will start right off the bat. No need to RP coming in, we'll come to you guys at Stryker Island at the end of your series of RP's. It'll be right when Mick gets picked up.

IC; The whole squad borded the UNS Ressurection, a union super battleship. On board they were greated warmly by Union sailors and marines, but the warmth of the welcome was not returned. The heros that they had looked up to appeared to have been beaten, most notable among them was the fact that one of their numbers was missing. They continued onto the deck and headed for the crew quarters. All most of them wanted was sleep.

OOC; weird twist? Gotta love them. Te next mission will be finale, believe I've covered all the ground that can be covered with this current story line.

Mick woke with a start. His training had included some 'resistance treatments' to sedatives that not only increased his resistance, but the prolonged presence of them in his system nulled the grogginess when the waking process started. His first act was to make sure he wasn't bound, and was shocked to find he wasn't. He rose out of the bunk and found all of his gear arrayed neatly at the foot of his bed. As he proceeded down the hall, unsure of where exactly he was headed, many of the crew looked at him as if he were a god.
"What, did I turn water to wine or something? Really guys, I've been out a while now, fill me in here. Where's my team?"

OOC; weird twist? Gotta love them. Te next mission will be finale, believe I've covered all the ground that can be covered with this current story line.

OOC: Good to hear, I've been dying to find out who exactly the General's working for...but all in good time of course.

One of the sailors in the hall pointed down to the stern of the ship. "Saw a real solem looking guy with sunglasses going down that way." he said. "I assume hes one of yours."

"Alright, thanks pal."
He continued staggering down the hall until he found Ed leaning over the stern railing of the ship. He went up behind him and punched him hard in the arm.
"That was for sedating me," he then took out his flask and handed it to Ed, "So is this."

OOC: A lot of the good stuff will be revealed in the finale, won't say what but it'll be groundshaking for sure....

Ed accepted the flask and took a long draught from it. "I never got used to it, probably never will." He said, and handed the flask back to Mick. " Cndeming your own men to death.... when I was a commander, I had my own squad. I... had to send one of my men to die so therest of us could live. God, I'll never forget that look on his face. Overwheming bravery laced with the fear of death, something you'll never forget. I..... remember my past now, I forged the story about assaulting a superios officer over firing on a crowd of portesters... I sent a man to hs death, and I knew I could never do that again."

Dagger-5 stopped leaning on the wall. He walked to the rail, he looked determined, hardened from losing his friend.

"I knew him for nearly 6 years, always knew he'd die a hero."

A solitary tear fell down his face. He would normally have crushed the show of emotion, but staring back on this blank ocean alone, he let it occur.

"I need a drink."

He pulled test tube from his shirt and poured it into his mouth.

"We agreed that if one of us died in battle, we'd start drinking their favorite drink on the anniversary. He had a flask of vodka in his gear the whole time, in case I made that same choice first. Damn."

The solitary tear fell off the stern of the ship, and into the ocean.

The ressurection was nearing Stryker island, and something odd struck them. For the first time their was complete silence around the island. Usualy, t was filled with the cries of seagulls, the curse of mechanics and the marine garrison doing its usual jog around the island. But not now. The eerie quiet continued, and the slaert went out over the ship. Within seconds, sailors manned their stations, ready for anything. A marine ran up to them. "Sorry to disturb this moment of peace here, but the Admiral wants to see you on the bridge." And with that, he turned and dashed up a stair case, manning an Anti-missle defense gun.

"That's pretty heavy stuff. You never did strike me as the insubordinate type."
Dagger 5 joined them, "Yeah Dag, we'll all miss him."
Tears flowed a little more freely from Mick's face. Though he hadn't known him as long, he would never forget the comraderie that he and the entire QCS team shared with him.

Mick wiped the tears from his eyes and followed everyone up to the bridge.
"Admiral, this'd better be good. We were...occupied."
It was mission time and he needed to look every bit the immortal this crew apparently seemed to think he was. He checked his rifle, looking as intimidating as possible.

Dagger-5, pulled one final test yube before enterring the bridge, "To you Nikolai, That others may live."

He downed the tube's contents.

Mick looked at the photos, alarm creeping into his voice, "No way to tell the insignia guys, but it may well be my government's come for me..."

On the bridge, Admiral Whetherby tapped his pipe against satalite imagery. The newest photos showed the outlying areas of Stryker island to be in complete ruins. The core buildings themselves looked like they had been through a seige. What disturbed hims the most was the presence of several armoured vehicles of unidentifed origin. As far as he knew, the Stryker island facility only had two light armoured vehicles, not two dozen.

Ed entered the bridge and looked at the photos the Admiral was tapping at. He noticed he was particularly focused on one area of the map. He looked at it and saw several vehicles, more than what was on Stryker island. Admiral Whetheby looked up at the QCS members assembled in the bridge. "Boys," He began. "I do believe this is your final mission." Ed looked at an expanded view of the Stryker Atolls. Rining the area was a whole fleet. An explosion shook the deck of the battleship, the various charts fell off their racks. "Direct hit port side!" Came the shout. "We need to get these soldiers onto that island!" Shouted the admiral. "Get onto those boats with the rest of the marines and get to that island! We'll keep their attention drawn for as long aspossible!"

Mick had come to a decision. No more senseless loss of life. The origins of the vehicles were still unclear, but he was convinced the Dominion finally acted. He recalled their Civil Authority's motto: 'No distance too far, no resistance too heavy; You shall be brought to justice."
He pulled out a pushpin on the foregrip of his rifle, sliding the whole unit out. He pulled a small grenade launcher out of the rearmost pouch of his rig and affixed it to his gun. He then pulled one of the 3 40 mm phosphorus grenades he kept strapped to his chest and loaded it.
No more senseless death, including my execution

Dagger-5 looked at the map.

"Mick, can you help me pick up some heavy weapons? 4 has his AS-57, and about a dozen LAWS safely hidden in his room, if we can get them, we stand a chance."

Mick snapped out of his trance, "Yeah, sure thing. We'll take care of it no problem. If those vehicles are from where I think they are, I'll handle it personally."

OOC: And now to start mission five: finale

OOC; Mission five has started.