NationStates Jolt Archive

Black Cerebrum is a Black Ops Terror group within my country to seeks to infiltrate countries of interest in order to destabilize and inflict casualties upon the nations populations, resources, and will.
The goal I have right now is to train a multi-national Black Ops group that will rival any Spec-Ops groups in the world. Kinda like an evil Rainbow six.

The series will run about three threads before we do any real hardcore infiltrations missions as a group. And if you dont mind being the one who is infiltrated for practice you can sign up here.

The template to sign up is pretty standard:

Name:
Nationality:
Age:
Weight:
Height:
Discription:
Skills of use:

OOC: Hmm, sounds like fun.

IC:

Name: Derek Remington
Nationality: ASoGM
Age: 25
Weight: 200
Height: 6'2"
Discription: light/medium brown hair, small scar on right of chin
Skills of use: armorer, sniper
Preferred weapon: unserialized M-25 sniper rifle with flash hider and optional sound suppressor

Name: Xavier of New Island
Nationality: Japaneese
Age: 28
Weight: 197
Height: 6' 5"
Description: Handsome, average build, nearsighted, usually wears glasses, but is wearing contacts to conceal identity as the ruler of the CGI.
Skills of use: Amazing mathematical and tactical skill.

I suppose sending my own 'team' into this is out of the question...
(Not the whole team, the group comprises of over 1,000 members, but most of them are to be left behind since I must be ready to fulfill some difficult contracts on short notice)

Name: 'Snake'
Nationality: Hurtian
Age: mid 40's
Weight: 160 pounds
Height: 6'2"
Discription: Nothing too outstanding... Clean shaven I suppose. Former Hurtian Royal Marine Raider, one of the five founding members of the Five Points.
Skills of use: Infiltration and espionoge, tends to 'blend'

Name: 'Pick'
Nationality: Hurtian
Age: mid 40's
Weight: 150 pounds
Height: 6'5"
Discription: Tall, thin, muscular, starting to grow a beard. Former Hurtian Royal Marine Raider, one of the five founding members of the Five Points
Skills of use: Marksman and weapons expert, well versed in hand to hand.

Name: Bob Stratton
Nationality: Chitzi
Age: Early 30's
Weight: 140 pounds
Height: 5'6"
Discription: Former child-soldier, inducted into military by HOI recruiters to fight during the Chitzi Civil war against the Parthians, went on a suicide mission, left for dead, defected to Five Points
Skills of use: F'ing lucky*, setting ambushes, blending with locals

*Chitzi conscript child soldiers had a tendancy to be used as cannon fodder and target practice by HOI...

Name: "Cthulhu"
Nationality: Khornate Tribesman
Age: -They don't bother telling age- Appears to be 26
Weight: 170 pounds
Height: 5'10"
Discription: Well built, pretty cut up from some scuffles, Blood Kultist.
Skills of use: Close quarters combat

Endnote: Most likely, you'll only get Bob and Cthulhu.

Bump?

Name: Argent Nex (Codename)
Nationality:Aurum Doman
Age:30
Weight:170
Height:6'0
Description:Musuclar, dark haired
Skills of use: Assasination, Assault
Preferred Weapons: SinRay Compact Tactical Pistol .40 DDI, DRS-84, DR-83

good to see more people have joined up. About two more people then we can start

Another bump to the top.

Name: Jack Daniels
Nationality: Kelnoriemian
Age: 17
Weight: 157
Height: 6'2"
Discription: Athletic, clean shaven, blond hair, green eyes, glasses, white
Skills of use: expert linguist/anthropologist (i.e. great at fitting in), intelligent, resourceful, good at counterfeiting (passports, id's, money, etc.), good con-artist

Name: James King
Nationality: Angaorian
Age: 19
Weight: 165
Height: 6'2
Discription: Former member of the The Angaorian Ghosttalkers Organization which handled missions too senstive to send in Regular military Personnel including Special forces.
Skills of use: Hand to hand combat Specialist, Marksmen

Good this seems to be enough people. Other people can get involved if they so see fit. But they must sign up here.

*Nerf's Stratton's eyesight so he has to wear glasses

I'd assume Bob Stratton came from the North/central swamps/mountains of /chitzeland, that or was one of those particularily unlucky enough to be drafted earlier along the northwest coast.

In short, think either New Orleanian or Akansas rural folk who went from scraping by to fighting a war he didn't want any part in.

Cthulhu on the other hand, was on the side that started a civil war between city folk and the rural tribesmen. I'm not too knowledgeable about blood cultists, but I can take the stereotypical barbarian with an AK-47 and that about what he comes out to.

The other two, well, their past is that they either never had one, or really don't want to talk about it. They are the negative side effects of a soldier from birth training program... Meaning they really never had a childhood. Then they were abadoned on some unfamiliar island during civil war. So they blame a lot of their issues on their homeland's government. Particularily the part about not having any past or real memories.

Edit, Oh, right, weapons...

Stratton: being an untrusted pleab from HOI and joining the ranks of FPM, he was issued the cheapest gun on issue, a side by side break action combi-gun, with the rifle barrel suppressed for sniping, and each barrel given their own sights. Plus a .45 revolver he picked up from his earlier duties in Ironcia. Not that Stratton is a terrific shot, he does at least take the time to aim.
Primary Weapon: Suppressed Combi gun (6.5x55 + 3" 12 ga or 7.62x54R + 3" 12 ga)
Secondary: .45 double action Revolver (6 shot) with a few speedloaders*
*S&W M1917

Cthulhu: Was given an experimental 'improvement' on the SHAW's action and taking full advantage of the facilities given to them by unnamed benifactors, capable of feeding nearly any rifle or shotgun cartridge from a belt, be it rimmed or otherwise, provided he has the right quick change barrel, chamber, and bolt. This was in an effort to simplify logistics via battlefield pickups at the cost of an extra 2 kg of mass on the gun itself. Otherwise, he'd have just taken an axe and an AK-47.
Primary weapon: SQUAW-15 (SQuad Universal Assault Weapon Model 15)*
Secondary: AG-36 40 mm grenade launcher
*Think extra beefy HK-21 that is 12 ga rated, likewise, it's very heavy and would make a very good war club... Wanna guess who's carrying the spare barels and ammo for this 2 man GPMG?

A little background info: Derek Remington was a member of the ASoGM military, where he started out as a base armorer. In his free time, he competed in long range rifle competitions, until the military noticed his accuracy. He was quickly transferred to a sniper school, where he learned to perfect his aim, as well as learn the other tools of the sniper. Due to a classified incident that occurred sometime after Derek finished sniper school, he was unceremoniously discharged from the military without benefits. He is disillusioned with working for a government, and would like nothing better than to cause anarchy and chaos worldwide. He is currently wanted for questioning in ASoGM, in regards to 3 murders that occurred shortly after his release from the military.


IC: Derek hit the mag release on his M-25 sniper rifle, and quickly stripped the magazine out of the weapon. Placing the mag on the shooting bench, he quickly picked up another full one, inserted it into the weapon, and hit the bolt release. Sighting up the 1,000 yard steel target, he easily squeezed the trigger, sending the .308 caliber projectile to its fate. Through his scope, Derek saw the bullet strike the steel plate, slightly high and to the right of center. "Heart shot", was his amused response. He sighted and fired again, and the bullet struck the plate higher than the previous shot, but along the vertical centerline. "BOOM! HEAD SHOT!", could be heard across the firing line.

OOC: Random on-base shooting range encounter?*
*Assuming we have a base

IC:
Two figures walked up to the firing line, both of them looked fairly healthy, if a tad tired, although one looked considerably larger than the other.

Cthulhu set his SQUAW onto the table hard, as he immediately loaded a belt of M43 7.62x39 ball ammo, as Stratton unloaded roughly 500 rounds of it on 50 round belts -along with a spare 7.62 mm barrel- into a pile beside him, then made his way to the opposite side of the shooting lane to put as much distance between them as possable.

As Stratton was setting up the scope on his rifle and loading half-moon clips into his revolver, he could hear the stuccato reports of Cthulhu firing short and long bursts at targets downrange, followe by a 3 second pause as he had to reload another non-disintegrating belt.

Stratton, meanwhile, had boresighted the scope on his newly issued rifle, and fired a few rounds out at 400 meters to adjust his zero about 2 cm high, and then started plinking away at a target at the 1500 meter mark. most of his shots were missing the target, but raised clouds of dust never too far away from the target. Though his gun wasn't silent, since he was using hypervelocity high pressure ammo, most of the noise was in the load crack of the bullet rather than the action or the propellant. Muzzle flash was almost non-existant. After about 12 shots, he heard a load metalic "ping" and saw something ricochet off into the distance, he had hit the target.

He then went about speed shooting 9 shots from his revolver, followed by 3 aimed shots, of which, he scored 7 hits at 25 meters.

He then went to shotgun, as he fitted a huge sound modulator onto the end of his shotgun barrel, and pulled out a box of five rifled slugs, and then fired at targets 50 meters away in almost complete silence. He then took a FRAG-12 shell, and shot it out to 95 meters, falling just short of the 100 meter taget, but still pelting it with shrapnel from the shell.

He then removed the sound suppressor, and fished out a box of 25 shotshells and 20 clay pigeons.

During this time, Cthulhu had used up most of his rifle caliber ammunition, and decided to start using live 40 mm shells on the range, and thus, took aim at targets 150 meters away, and tried a new technique taught over at the FPM shooting school, firing one on high angle, and the next on low angle trajectories, so that both shells would land at nearly the same time and place.

He then watched as the HEDP and HENE shells first blew the target apart, followed by shooting the splinters across the range as they hung in mid-air, pelting anything within 40 meters of the taget. Had it been a person, it would have been slightly less effective, but no less impressive -since, instead of metal splinters, it would be shredded human remains being thrown about the range.

Cthulhu smiled at the thought, Stratton was about to hand him the clay pigeons for some extra shotgun practice, but then saw what he had done, and then the grin on his face. He then decided to call it a day as he heard someone shouting "BOOM! Headshot!".

Stratton just stood there, Cthulhu decided to take a look at what the man in the middle of the range had killed, but was dissapointed by the fact that it was just a tiny motionless speck at 1000 meters. He was even more dissapointed when he learned it was just a target, Stratton was embarrased by the overall lack of discipline -yet surprisingly great amounts of skill and talent- he had witnessed in such a short time.

OOC: Random on-base shooting range encounter?*
*Assuming we have a base

IC:
Two figures walked up to the firing line, both of them looked fairly healthy, if a tad tired, although one looked considerably larger than the other.

Cthulhu set his SQUAW onto the table hard, as he immediately loaded a belt of M43 7.62x39 ball ammo, as Stratton unloaded roughly 500 rounds of it on 50 round belts -along with a spare 7.62 mm barrel- into a pile beside him, then made his way to the opposite side of the shooting lane to put as much distance between them as possable.

As Stratton was setting up the scope on his rifle and loading half-moon clips into his revolver, he could hear the stuccato reports of Cthulhu firing short and long bursts at targets downrange, followe by a 3 second pause as he had to reload another non-disintegrating belt.

Stratton, meanwhile, had boresighted the scope on his newly issued rifle, and fired a few rounds out at 400 meters to adjust his zero about 2 cm high, and then started plinking away at a target at the 1500 meter mark. most of his shots were missing the target, but raised clouds of dust never too far away from the target. Though his gun wasn't silent, since he was using hypervelocity high pressure ammo, most of the noise was in the load crack of the bullet rather than the action or the propellant. Muzzle flash was almost non-existant. After about 12 shots, he heard a load metalic "ping" and saw something ricochet off into the distance, he had hit the target.

He then went about speed shooting 9 shots from his revolver, followed by 3 aimed shots, of which, he scored 7 hits at 25 meters.

He then went to shotgun, as he fitted a huge sound modulator onto the end of his shotgun barrel, and pulled out a box of five rifled slugs, and then fired at targets 50 meters away in almost complete silence. He then took a FRAG-12 shell, and shot it out to 95 meters, falling just short of the 100 meter taget, but still pelting it with shrapnel from the shell.

He then removed the sound suppressor, and fished out a box of 25 shotshells and 20 clay pigeons.

During this time, Cthulhu had used up most of his rifle caliber ammunition, and decided to start using live 40 mm shells on the range, and thus, took aim at targets 150 meters away, and tried a new technique taught over at the FPM shooting school, firing one on high angle, and the next on low angle trajectories, so that both shells would land at nearly the same time and place.

He then watched as the HEDP and HENE shells first blew the target apart, followed by shooting the splinters across the range as they hung in mid-air, pelting anything within 40 meters of the taget. Had it been a person, it would have been slightly less effective, but no less impressive -since, instead of metal splinters, it would be shredded human remains being thrown about the range.

Cthulhu smiled at the thought, Stratton was about to hand him the clay pigeons for some extra shotgun practice, but then saw what he had done, and then the grin on his face. He then decided to call it a day as he heard someone shouting "BOOM! Headshot!".

Stratton just stood there, Cthulhu decided to take a look at what the man in the middle of the range had killed, but was dissapointed by the fact that it was just a tiny motionless speck at 1000 meters. He was even more dissapointed when he learned it was just a target, Stratton was embarrased by the overall lack of discipline -yet surprisingly great amounts of skill and talent- he had witnessed in such a short time.

OOC: So, it's going to be like that, huh? :p

IC: Derek kept up his long distance target shooting, despite the distractions of the two other people at the range tearing up the targets with full auto fire and explosive ordinance. The noise didn't bother him, because he had learned during his sniper training to tune out such distractions, in order to hit his target. Every shot was deliberate and carefully aimed, and each bullet struck the 1,000 yard steel target in a tight group. With one round left, he spotted a rat running across the range at about 750 yards. Derek compensated for the decreased range, and adjusted to lead the target. Squeezing the trigger, he sent the round downrange, where it kicked up a red mist when it impacted the rat. "Not a bad shot, if I do say so myself", said Derek to the other two men at the range. "By the way, my name is Derek", he added. He got up, walked over to them, and held out his hand to them for a handshake.

The firing range was alive with auto-fire an explosive rounds being used in high excess. New operatives where encouraged to practice at a constant rate as to not let themselves become rusty at their most skilled areas. As the firing stopped for a second the other operatives began to speak to one another a fully vested Black Cerebrum officer walked into the area via- elevator.

" I am glad to see your all getting along. I hope you have sharpened your skills since your arrival. As most of you know, you will be tested, trained, and pushed to your limits. All this to see if your good enough to join the Black Cerebrum.... that name... Black Cerebrum is a name that will never again leave my mouth. You now work for the Jackus Sanctum. And from here on out you will refer to your new employer as Jackus Sanctum, or JC-1. Now... I have your first test ready for all of you. This test will require the use of all skills that all of you bring to the table. Your mission: About 10 days ago a former high level "JC-1" Officer broke ranks and stole 30 million worth of experimental Substances from our research labs. Atop of the stolen objects, he has enlisted the help of 20 former "JC-1" field agents as personnel protection. Your objectives are as follows:

1. Obtain the substances.
2. Eliminate all former personnel
3. Destroy all evidence."

Xavier listened as the orders were given. While he had trained long hours with his rifle, his mind was sharper than any weapon. He had lead entire armies into victory in the push to unite the archipelago he called home. That was why he was appointed Minister.

He thought back to his childhood, to his schooling in which he surpassed much older students. He could solve complicated mathematical problems in his mind. Then he had entered the military, using his skills to rise through the ranks, eventually becoming the Supreme Military Commander of the Commonwealth.

He wondered what was going on at home. He had left his doppelganger in his stead, who would be guided by his Vice Minister. He trusted his VM with all his heart, not only because they had gone through the War together, but because they had neighbors through childhood.

He thought about his training, in which he had learned stealth, cunning, and how to kill with his ring finger. He had learned how to reload faster, how to survive the elements, how to survive on dirt for a year.

He thought about the present, about the men around him who were as battle-hardened as he was. He noticed that the officer had showered recently, and that the man next to him hadn't. But he had learned how to control his face and his emotions.

Through his daydreaming, he did not lose his concentration on what the officer was saying. He had learned to pay attention to what is important, whether there was one or a thousand things going on.

He had learned a lot over the years. Perhaps that was why he was here.

" Xavier.. I dont seem to be boring you ...do I?" asked the Officer as he slightly dropped his clipboard down looking at Xavier with maddened eyes.

The Officer picked his clipboard back up and started to speak once again.

" As for your background information:

The 20 Former Agents that now serve as protection are seasoned veterans of many missions and are packing very powerful weapons. Most of their weapons however where taken from our armory locker and the list will be given out.

Weapons:
20 AA-12 auto shotguns w/ 100,000 m-3 grenade rounds
13 ASD-Bull-pup .50 cl. rifles w/ ACP Rounds
7 XBR-3 Anti-material Sniper Rifles with Dense Aluminum Rounds.

As for small arms they all carry a standard issue Colt Desert Eagle .50 cla.

These will be your toughest resistance. The former Officer will not put much of a fight. Your weapons and gear for this mission are over in the second level of the armory. You leave in 12 hours."

There was a screaching tire, a car door being opened and then slammed closed and then Jeff Ferolds ran through the door into the Firing Range and he walked over into the corner where and Officer was talking to some trainee. He got over there and then in a hurried voice he said, "Sir I need to speak to you, it's about the diappearance of Bishlovek and Arvin, when you have a minute." Then he stepped back so the two men could keep speaking.

Stratton and Cthulhu were inturupted by the JC rep.

Stratton listened, but didn't seem to catch the important section such as location or tactical enviroment, which would set him and the team at a huge dissadvantage.

Cthulhu just listened, and wondered what everyone else was coming along for? He nudged Stratton and pointed at the 12 ga loadout on the clipboard and smiled.

Stratton decided to speak for himself and Cthulhu:
"If you don't mind, we'll use our own weapons, though I'd like to know what you had in mind for us to use."

He then pulled out the 3" 12 ga barrel and bolt for the SQUAW, and started loading 50 round belts with shells as he followed the others. Cthulhu replaced the barrel and bolt, making sure to set the 6.5 mm barrel into a thermally protected sleeve in case it would be needed later.

The Officer frowned as the person spoke about missing agents. The officer carefully moved the man over and began to inquire about the dissppearences.

" You said Arvin and Bishlovek are missing?... I assume Security Section has began to do thier jobs... Where was their last known location?" asked the officer as he sat down on a chair...

The JC Officer nodded at the request to use personnel items to complete the mission. With new developments now occupying his thoughts he was not concerned with that small of a detail.

As the team started to leave he stopped them for a second.

" Before you leave. I will be sending a few of you on another mission. This one is far more... delicate then this and requires you to take action thats... almost crazy... You will be running a rescue mission in territory of the druglord Montana. He recently captured two agents and are holding them in a jungle warehouse. Stratton, Cthulhu, and Alexander you will be sent to recover, or kill the captured agents. And destroy any of Montanas assets."

The Officer handed Stratton , Cthulhu, and Alexander the mission specs, and left them to prepare for their departure. Within the specs was the transportation to get them to the target locations as well as the lastest survallence photos as to help prepare the two for the mission.

Name: Alexander Quran
Nationality: Mokan
Age:24
Weight:230
Height:6'3''
Discription: Dark Skinned, black hair, muscular build tattoo on his left shoulder of a cross, ex-MPA guerrilla fighter, but turned anarchist after the fall of socailism in Mokastana...
Skills of use: Ambush tactics, hand to hand combat, knife and machete fighting...

OOC: Mokastana your guys is going to his homeland. time to have fun..


EDIT: yes he will be assisting in the recovery or killing of the Captured Agents

ohh really do tell

The Officer handed the three trainees some guns and they left him and went towards the door, they were looking at the guns like a child does to a new toy and Jeff stopped them and said to the officer "What the hell man. You're sending three new members to resque my boss, I think I should go with them so stuff doesn't get even more fucked up then it already is, they can take my car." Jeff nodded towards the door and walked out with the trainees in close pursuit

The Officer watched as Jeff walked out the door. His mind was clouded by anger, and saddness. Those where not qualities needed on this sort of mission.

The Officer sent a text message to Stratton:

" Jeff is tagging along for the ride.. make sure he does not interfer in the operation.. under any circumstances."

Name: Henry Tell
Nationality: Grestonian
Age: 36
Weight: 165.4 lbs
Height: 5'6"
Discription: Another member of the Black Water Corporation. He worked in the Red River section of the organization and has a deep resentment of Greston. he worked closely with Bishlovek until he left Greston to start a new life. When Bish left he left two days later. But when he got a message from him saying that he joined another terrorist organization he moved over to Arab-Canada and sent out to join the Black Cerebrum.
Skills: Communications, silent killings, sniper jobs, organization, and leadership

Name: William Barbosa
Nationality: Grestonian
Age: 26
Weight: 154 lbs
Height: 5'4
Discription: Also a member of the Black Water Corporation but worked in the Black Lake section, he was the head of that section as was Bishlovek to the Red River section
Skills: torture, interrigation, handeling a gun

Name: George Gerity
Nationality: Grestonian
Age: 39
Weight: 150 lbs
Height: 5'4
Discription: Worked in Ried River section and was lead traning officer of new reqruites
Skills: Hand to hand combat, hand to knife combat, swordsmanship, handeling a gun

Alexander Quran walked toward the rifle range, it was nice to see guns that weren't made 30 years ago ready for his usage.....while we couldnt remember exactly how he had made it to this camp he was fully aware of his intentions... bring the world to its knees....Socialism betrayed him, capitalism beat him, and governments ruined him...The scar on his left side was a reminder of the betrayals and death that they had caused. Now it was his turn to return the favor...

The aircraft that was going to transport the team to Mokastana was being preped as the team arrived from the range. The craft was a C-150 whaleking tactical Assault-drop Craft. It was quite, dark-pianted, and equiped with the very best in radar interception technology, which intercepts a signal then sends another back to make it appear as a flock of birds. It was the newest form of stealth.

Outside the craft was the Operations manager he quickly began to explain the operation to the team...

" Alright. I am your operations Manager. I will determine if the drop is safe, and will not result in our being shotdown, or worst. I will give your command to begin your para-drop into your mission. This vessel will remian in the air for 3 hours after your drop to provide tactical support as well as weapons logistics... load up and get ready."

OOC: this going to be another thread?

OOC: It will stay on this thread. mainly because of the different charaters.

In the Terror is just a weapon thread-depending on the missions success- you can post accordingly.

OOC: Ok then...lets go...but how do you know where it is?

OOC: The small Implant in the ears of the agents is a passive tracker that emitts a small signal for location.

OCC: isnt passive the opposite of emitting (active) a signal....

IC:

A squad of MIG-29s were on standard patrol around the Sur region of Mokastana. After numerous air violations and one incident with Greal if any flyboys were being beaten by the brass, it was the Sur Region Air Force. With numerous Patriot batteries and SAMs set up to defend the airspace they still had a large Air Force up in the air at all times. Sure it cost money, but with the Monatana Industries footing 50% of the bill. No one bothered to question.


"Charlie Horse to Flight team 125, we have an unusual item on radar at location XXXXXX. Please investigate, it looks like a flight of birds with a shitload of Iron in their diet. Over"

"This is Flight Team 125 to Charlie Horse, we are on route over"

"ok squad, you know the drill, don't shoot, last thing we need is to be responsible for another Sasha."

"Ohh come on sir, they said birds, if we pepper em with cannon fire then we can take a few home with us for dinner"

the five pilots laughed at this thought, but they also knew that if anything did go wrong it would be there asses on MNN News getting executed..

OOC: The signal you would be getting back would only be the same as the original signal strength only. The returing signal would appear to look like a a flock of birds the size of a goose. The the number of bird that would appear would be about 5. So to send a squadron of Migs to investigate it would be drasticly unneeded. But ok...

IC:
The whale king began to pick up the aviaional radars of the Incoming Migs. the pilot began to employ Counter measures to make it appear as if the flock of birds diverted course and started to fly in another direction. The pilots then began to run completely silent. And began to divert their course to fly around the Migs.

The craft then fell below the radar ceiling and flew swiftly to the deplyment location...As the craft got near is distenation a green light was lite in the back to begin drops. The craft quickly rose to drop heigth and the order was made....

" Xavier.. I dont seem to be boring you ...do I?" asked the Officer as he slightly dropped his clipboard down looking at Xavier with maddened eyes.

The Officer picked his clipboard back up and started to speak once again.

" As for your background information:

The 20 Former Agents that now serve as protection are seasoned veterans of many missions and are packing very powerful weapons. Most of their weapons however where taken from our armory locker and the list will be given out.

Weapons:
20 AA-12 auto shotguns w/ 100,000 m-3 grenade rounds
13 ASD-Bull-pup .50 cl. rifles w/ ACP Rounds
7 XBR-3 Anti-material Sniper Rifles with Dense Aluminum Rounds.

As for small arms they all carry a standard issue Colt Desert Eagle .50 cla.

These will be your toughest resistance. The former Officer will not put much of a fight. Your weapons and gear for this mission are over in the second level of the armory. You leave in 12 hours."

"I'll be using my own rifle, but I will need a sidearm just in case. Also, any info we can get on the weapons, the enemy agents, or the area of operations would be helpful", Derek said.

OOC: The ASD bullpup .50 and the XBR-3 are original designs, right? I tried google, and nothing showed up.

OOC: It will stay on this thread. mainly because of the different charaters.

In the Terror is just a weapon thread-depending on the missions success- you can post accordingly.

OOC: this going to be another thread?

OOC: I'd strongly suggest a new thread for each op to keep things in an orderly fashion.

IC:
Cthulhu, Stratton, Alexander Quran, and Jeff on their way to Mokastana.

Stratton was forming a plan, as he was guessing Alex was from the general area of Mokastana, which would prove useful, as would his rather large machete, which hinted at dense and humid jungles and lots of mud.

Cthulhu gathered from the machete that Alex was most likely planning upon using it as a weapon.

Stratton considered having Alex and himself near the front, Cthulhu and Jeff near the back providing cover.

The plane then went into a sharp dive, interupting his thoughts, a sudden unannounced dive was never a good thing, as it generally meant they encounted something unexpected. From here on, he was asuming they were deviating from their intended course.

And almost like clockwork, the red light was completely bypassed as it went straight to green, giving no time for any last second pre-jump checks. Stratton tried to get to is feet as the plane violently pitched upwards. Meanwhile Cthulhu was convinced the plane was taking damage or was suffering a malfunction, and therefore wasted no time jumping out the door. Stratton followed immediately afterwards, not wishing to get isolated, he'd worry about finding the other two later.

And out the door they went.

OOC: damn i had a great post that didnt post...FUCK

long story short, the MIGs fly off and leave one to double check the Radar with the IRST scanner, which showed nothing where the birds should be and some odd things...

post more later

OOC: ok so how can the earpiece be a passive tracker that emitted a signal ?? that is what i asked...




IC:


The one lone MIG continued chasing the ghost of the birds...after 20 minutes of nothing he turned and joined the rest of the squad..


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The Sur region was nothing but Jungle, and mountains...Thick jungle, and lots of it. The Warehouse in particular was on top of a mountain with only a few routes up to it...On top were soldiers with sniper rifles, and two IronHeart APCs... both unmanned as of this moment..

OOC: I signed up but haven't posted yet, can I still get in?

"Where's the hell are Stratton and Cthulhu? I haven't seen 'em since we hit the turbalance. Do a think they jumped already?" He directed his questions to Alexander Quran, who had been in the back of plane with him. Jeff sighed and leaned against one of the walls with a Colt Desert Eagle in hand. He was wondering what had happened to Bish and Arvin and that hopefully they didn't die before he got there. He walked around the plane and didn't either of the two so he grabbed his gear and weapons and jumped out of the plane over into the Mokastana Jungle.

OOC:
-the green light ment "Jump Now"
-An orange/yellow/red light means "Check your parachutes/get ready" normally 10 minutes till intended drop
-Skipping the orange means "Jump now or go down in flames", that or the orange ready light had burned out...

So Stratton knows he's more than 20 miles from the originally intended drop zone, that's a day's worth of forced march right there just to get back to square one... Now he just needs to figure out where he is... Without a map...

IC:
Stratton was stuck...

His chute had caught in a tree, he also knew he was most likely lost.

He checked his chute, and made sure it was firmly stuck before climbing the chute cords into the canopy.

By the time he reached the top, he saw a pair of isolated chutes, the plane was apparently on its last circle, completely undamaged. Stratton could think of a number of harsh words to say to his teamates and employer...

Stratton was brought back to reality when he heard a loud snap preceeding a thud. He then carefully gathered up his chute, and soon found Cthulhu's, as well as Cthulhu on the ground, scowling up at the trees...

Being the kind and generous person he was, plus knowing that secrecy was still vital -even if the whole mission was already FUBARed as Jeff predicted- collected Cthulhu's chute, climbed down, and handed it to him.

He then summarized the situation to Cthulhu, that the rescue group was now isolated into two or three groups, and without a control watching Jeff, who was deemed a liability. Making it most likely either a 3 man group rescuing 3, and no secrecy, or a 2 on 3 in the event Jeff died upon landing. Though, being somewhat optimistic, he allowed for the possability that nobody will be captured and they'll continue to operate freely. Still, they must now assume their secrecy has been compromised, and are now being hunted by a ruthless druglord.

With that, they also concluded that walking would be too slow of a method to get to the original LZ, and that regrouping at the LZ would be pointless. It was promptly decided to acquire better transportation (and a map) and to head more or less directly for the target.

The concept was simple, Stratton would hitchike, frce the car to stop beside Cthulhu, and Cthulhu would snap the driver's neck and dispose of the body. If Stratton was captured or picked up by an armored vehicle, Cthulhu had sufficient time, resources, and training to spring an ambush.

A walk in the Jungle...(closed) (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=542555)

BUMP for Arab Canada to respond.

OOC: I signed up but haven't posted yet, can I still get in?


OOC: Sure.. I dont see any reason why you couldn't...;

"I'll be using my own rifle, but I will need a sidearm just in case. Also, any info we can get on the weapons, the enemy agents, or the area of operations would be helpful", Derek said.

OOC: The ASD bullpup .50 and the XBR-3 are original designs, right? I tried google, and nothing showed up.

OOC: The ASD bullpup is a former Raven corps weapon, and the XBR-3 Is a Weapons-tech Incorp weapon.

The JC officer replied...

" Fine, You may use your own weapons, but I suggest that you use ours. Derek I am reassigning you to another mission. You will be sent to meet a contact we have with a certain group. His name is unknown but We do know where he will be, and he will be awaiting your arrival. You will be leaving out in 5 hours.. Your going to Colderons Island." said the Officer as he handed Derek a mission package.

OOC: The ASD bullpup is a former Raven corps weapon, and the XBR-3 Is a Weapons-tech Incorp weapon.

The JC officer replied...

" Fine, You may use your own weapons, but I suggest that you use ours. Derek I am reassigning you to another mission. You will be sent to meet a contact we have with a certain group. His name is unknown but We do know where he will be, and he will be awaiting your arrival. You will be leaving out in 5 hours.. Your going to Colderons Island." said the Officer as he handed Derek a mission package.

"On further consideration, I'll use your weapons for this mission, so I can evaluate them based on what I'm used to. But I do want to have the right to use my own gear on future missions if I feel the need". Then, Derek read the mission package carefully, got his mission specific gear ready, stowed his personal rifle, hit the range to zero and get familiar with his new weapons, and got prepared to leave.

Bump for Arab Canada.

" Fine... you may use what ever weapon you choose....But your mission remains the same."

The Officer turned around and handed Derek a suit case which contained a suit made of the highest quality silk on the inside, and fine Dragon-scale over coating.

" You will need to wear this when you go... His island is cold but the journey is colder. You will need to go to a special port.. there you will be escorted. Do not disrespect them..." said the Officer as he started out the door.

" Fine... you may use what ever weapon you choose....But your mission remains the same."

The Officer turned around and handed Derek a suit case which contained a suit made of the highest quality silk on the inside, and fine Dragon-scale over coating.

" You will need to wear this when you go... His island is cold but the journey is colder. You will need to go to a special port.. there you will be escorted. Do not disrespect them..." said the Officer as he started out the door.

Derek put on the suit, and started to wonder what awaited him at his destination. The mission briefing was lacking in details, but he knew where he was headed.

When he arrived at the port, he smoked a cigarrette while he waited for his escort. Eventually, a black sedan pulled up, and a man got out. He told Derek to get in, which Derek did, and they took off. Derek said, "Hello, my name is Derek. And your name is?".

The person in the back long with Derek didn't say anything as the sedan drove quietly as they pulled up to a dock which housed a huge solid wood ornate vessel.

As the sedan stopped at the end of the dock the man in the back with Derek finally spoke..

" Your here to speak with our employer. It will be three days before we arrive at our employers house on Colderons' Island. I suggest you speak to anyone you may need to speak to.. as communication will become impossible when we depart."

The person in the back long with Derek didn't say anything as the sedan drove quietly as they pulled up to a dock which housed a huge solid wood ornate vessel.

As the sedan stopped at the end of the dock the man in the back with Derek finally spoke..

" Your here to speak with our employer. It will be three days before we arrive at our employers house on Colderons' Island. I suggest you speak to anyone you may need to speak to.. as communication will become impossible when we depart."

"I don't need to contact anybody. My superiors already gave me a briefing before I left".

The man nodded and opened the door, which let the cold air rush in the cab. The man slowly got out of the vehicle and proceeded to waved down the SF troopers who where stationed on the vessel to bring down the boarding planks.

The SF nodded at the wave and promptly extended the boarding planks from the docks under side which then made contact with the frost covered port side of the ship. Upon making contact the SF trooper made their way to the dock to welcome the people coming aboard.

" Welcome to the Highwind. Colderons personnel vessel to His Island and private vessel to the mainland. He gives you his warmest wishes upon his vessel and wants you to know all that is here is at your pleasure. " The welcome was kind of un-nerving as the SF trooper was unable to feel hospitality, or kindness. Their pure-armored bodies in full black and red glassed eye-wear made them more demon then human anymore.

The man nodded to the SF and extended his hand to welcome Derek to the vessel.

Three men walked into the training, all of them were in complete black, and had at least a bag each full of weapons, all of different manufacturers and nationalities. The man who walked in first, William Barbosa, stepped over to the officer and said in his deep scratchy voice, "Ello, I em here with my men eh. Eh we brang our own guns, so ye don't have to bothering with ye armory," William turned around and looked at his two men and said, "Ey! Git!, fo shooting something aye.", then he turned back to the officer and then back in his reasonably calm voice he continued, "It's me great dear resentment to be a saying this, but aye presumes me friend Bishlovek be a goner. As well as Jeff. Ye had't taled to me since. Poor ol' fellows. So do ye need a little assistance with anything? Blowing something up, killing ye diplomat, being a hitman, (he talks slower and quieter here, with his head directed to the floor) or go to Moka Java and kill some assholes. Ah, (here he goes back to his talking the way he was) me be in ye way, I'll be over 'ere, with meh men an' an AK. Greatest hospitalies." He shakes the officers hand then goes over to one of the target areas and blows a hole in the center of the forehead of one of the targets.

The Officer nodded and replied with a breeze of confidence:

" It just so happens that I do have a mission for you. Intelligence reports that a rebellion is close to erupting in the same region where our last team is located. I fear most of that team is dead, or captured... do to a bad mission beginning and insertion... These rebels in the area probably do not stand any chance of succeeding, but a rebellion may prove useful in our main quest to recover the bodies and any living team mates of the other teams. Your men are needed to gain access to the mokan region and supply the rebels with weapons. And better training. Once in I need your men to disrupt the nations response teams.. medical, police, any kind of emergency personnel you see kill or capture."

The Officer gave them a mission package and left them to their own ideas as to how to get in...

The man nodded and opened the door, which let the cold air rush in the cab. The man slowly got out of the vehicle and proceeded to waved down the SF troopers who where stationed on the vessel to bring down the boarding planks.

The SF nodded at the wave and promptly extended the boarding planks from the docks under side which then made contact with the frost covered port side of the ship. Upon making contact the SF trooper made their way to the dock to welcome the people coming aboard.

" Welcome to the Highwind. Colderons personnel vessel to His Island and private vessel to the mainland. He gives you his warmest wishes upon his vessel and wants you to know all that is here is at your pleasure. " The welcome was kind of un-nerving as the SF trooper was unable to feel hospitality, or kindness. Their pure-armored bodies in full black and red glassed eye-wear made them more demon then human anymore.

The man nodded to the SF and extended his hand to welcome Derek to the vessel.

Derek got out of the vehicle, shook the mans hand and said, "Thank you", then boarded the vessel. The chill in the air was more than he cared for, but it wasn't something that would cause him trouble. He resisted the urge to light another cigarette, as he didn't know how his hosts would feel about it.

Bump.

OOC: I guess it's still my turn. oops.

IC: Derek spent his time on the ship exercising, meditating, and practicing his martial arts forms. The exercising was because he had put on a few pounds since leaving the AGoGM military. The meditating was something he picked up at sniper school to clear his mind before, during, or after a mission. The practicing of his martial arts forms was because he couldn't always rely on a gun to protect him, and because sometimes hand to hand combat was more effective at neutralizing a target than a bullet.

On about the third day, he was on deck, when he looked to the starboard and saw land.

Name: FC-IOU-32
Nationality: Clone of a German Man
Age: 32
Weight: 215 pounds (All muscle)
Height: 6'5"
Discription: One of the many clones in service to the Federation. His clone subject was the mass serial killer Michael Hatfield, who's body count passed the 300 mark as he wiped out nearly the entire city he lived in, including half of the Civilian Control Unit. When Michael was arrested, he was put into a clone facility, where he escaped and was captured again. U-32 is part of the highly elite Special Tactics Force of the Federation Unconventional Warfare and Government Affairs Office.
Skills of use: Highly skilled with chemical weapons, explosives, and of course, he is an extremely skilled CQC Specialist and rifleman.

((OOC: A little late, so I won't start posting until you want me to.))

OOC: The Grand World Order:

Hey, good to see you here. You operative shall be put to use soon.

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AS the craft skimmed the icy water below the captain finally came upon land. It was the outer cliffs of the Island. As the captain started to turn into port all the electronics on board began to turn back on and receive signals. The strange magnetic field around the island had begun to disappear. The sky opened up and revealed a clear blue sky, that glistened off the snow covered island.

It was a true beauty that almost no other land could rival. It was pure and untainted by pollution or impurity. As the ship came in to the harbor the ship struck the docks edge making it stop abruptly. The captain came from the command deck and yelled

"All a shore! Welcome to Colderon's Island"

The Troopers onboard quickly stepped out and lowered boarding plank and got into formation for the disbarking passengers. Awaiting on the dock was a personnel assistant to Aegies.

oOC: The Grand World Order:

Hey, good to see you here. You operative shall be put to use soon.

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AS the craft skimmed the icy water below the captain finally came upon land. It was the outer cliffs of the Island. As the captain started to turn into port all the electronics on board began to turn back on and receive signals. The strange magnetic field around the island had begun to disappear. The sky opened up and revealed a clear blue sky, that glistened off the snow covered island.

It was a true beauty that almost no other land could rival. It was pure and untainted by pollution or impurity. As the ship came in to the harbor the ship struck the docks edge making it stop abruptly. The captain came from the command deck and yelled

"All a shore! Welcome to Colderon's Island"

The Troopers onboard quickly stepped out and lowered boarding plank and got into formation for the disbarking passengers. Awaiting on the dock was a personnel assistant to Aegies.

oOC: The Grand World Order:

Hey, good to see you here. You operative shall be put to use soon.

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AS the craft skimmed the icy water below the captain finally came upon land. It was the outer cliffs of the Island. As the captain started to turn into port all the electronics on board began to turn back on and receive signals. The strange magnetic field around the island had begun to disappear. The sky opened up and revealed a clear blue sky, that glistened off the snow covered island.

It was a true beauty that almost no other land could rival. It was pure and untainted by pollution or impurity. As the ship came in to the harbor the ship struck the docks edge making it stop abruptly. The captain came from the command deck and yelled

"All a shore! Welcome to Colderon's Island"

The Troopers onboard quickly stepped out and lowered boarding plank and got into formation for the disbarking passengers. Awaiting on the dock was a personnel assistant to Aegies.

IC: Derek gathered up his gear, got up on deck, and waited until the ship was tied up to the dock. He turned to the captain, threw him a salute, and said, "Thank you for your hospitality Captain. I wish you calm waters". When the boarding plank was lowered, he headed off ship, looking around as he did so. He spotted the person standing on the dock, approached him, and said, "Hello. My name is Derek, and I represent the Jackus Sanctum. And you are?".

The person jumped up and proudly replied...

" I am an employee of Raven Corps. I am a personnel assistant to his Chief of Security ... Aegies. I am proud of my position and wish to continue to work at my best to bring glory to the Raven corporation." The man then clapped and a sleigh made of Black Onyx led by 16 pure white Large pure breed horses all bound with pure gold plated platinum chains. The driver got out and opened the sleigh doors and took Dereks bags and placed them on the back.

The person jumped up and proudly replied...

" I am an employee of Raven Corps. I am a personnel assistant to his Chief of Security ... Aegies. I am proud of my position and wish to continue to work at my best to bring glory to the Raven corporation." The man then clapped and a sleigh made of Black Onyx led by 16 pure white Large pure breed horses all bound with pure gold plated platinum chains. The driver got out and opened the sleigh doors and took Dereks bags and placed them on the back.

"I'm sure you do your job well. Will it be a long journey from here to our destination?", replied Derek as he climbed into the sleigh.

The Employee climbed in along with Derek and pointed up to a massive hand build mansion on top of a snow covered mountain.

" Our journey will last about 30 minutes, until we reach the top of the mountain. I am certain that the ride however will be most pleasing as this place is probably the purest place on the planet. Nothing unnatural is allowed here. Not even preservitives or modern medications. All metals are processed off island and shipped here. They are shaped however by the islands fully staffed black and gold smiths. This sleigh was carved by a master sculpture here on the island as well.

The Fires that burn in our CEOs fireplaces are of pure wood cut from our rare Dragon spruce which grows here on the island. Even the trees are cut by hand. The water come from a natural spring located below the mansion itself. As you can tell our Employer spared no expense in building his house. Oh.. I forgot all phones, beepers, or anything of the sort must be surrendered upon getting to the mansion. AS to not disturb any of the animals here." The sleigh continued to climb higher and higher, but the temp, continued to get lower and lower. As the sleigh got to the mansion 10 servants got out of officially welcomed Derek to the mansion as well as took his things to his room.

Derek stepped out of the sleigh and was taken back by the large size and beauty of the mansion. He took a deep breath of the clean crisp air as he looked around, surrendered his electronic devices and cigarettes to the assistant, and asked him, "Will the CEO be meeting with me soon?"

4 day bump!

Final bump!